Wrapping up presents with a smell
Sensing the presence of the devil, Sabrina Spellman
Most unsettled but my tested mettle unfettered, unbothered
As yet unbettered, everything I eat battered, slathered in butter
Considered battery by dieticians, factory farmed these sickly chickens
Adjusting, bluffing justice, nothing bucket
Gunning through an underground tunnel
Top of the funnel
Drug money stops me going under
The drop is sudden, like a Summer club banger
Assured supremely, cat who got the cream happy
Your crap green beamer getting keyed outside The Eagle
Greed is my creed, weed and gee
Had to take the ice cream out of the freezer tray to cram in a jar of brains
And a sack of sawn limbs
Video collection hidden, call me Mr Kim
Smoking blims watching Limmy be hopeless at games on Twitch
Flame it and hit, hoping Hadean gates will swing open and take me
To the lake where hateful souls bake all day
I’m into wake and bake but that’s a fearful state
Marshalling my forces back to Marsham Court
Last resort bringing the swords to the home court
Close to the chord; the source
Around here I feel more resourceful, I know all the lanes and ways
How to make it like a maze to someone chasing.
Alchemisland 
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