Alchemisland

More shortfall than a resort outlet mall

When leaves and mercury fall

Need triple stock quickly dropped

Hot rocks and wife-worrying coughs

Lingering a little bit too long

Chronic hack from the chronic

I can hack it, I use it to hack my operating system

I’ve ninety percent of the devil’s cyphers cracked

And the last one, coming along nicely, is right on track

To increase my standing height

I sleep nights on a rack

Playing havoc with my back

But I could swear my head is closer to the peeling ceiling of the gaff

Anyway, back to sorting stock

The dealer knocks, never caught short

He asks if it’s smoke or snort

I report back, give a score then it’s sorted

For you, it’d be forty or more

But I know him from way back

Need double barrels with walnut stock, planning damage

Brandish them to knock, not just a shock tactic

I can’t get shot in this nice duck down jacket

I just got it back, left it with a lass

Can’t say there’s much I lack for

Selling smack behind the Lilac

Word like that, in that two stripe, get a smack for

Situ slippy as oighear

It’s deacair being Irish

Growing up beside an evil empire

Two middle fingers, big smile

Our day will come

At the moon’s rising

All the lads with shouldered pikes

All England’s oppressive towers reduced to boulders

And thrown onto a pyre for what they owed

For their senseless, brutal overboldness

Red haired and defiant

Come on you black and tans belted into the night

Either hand grasping a pint

Leaning forward so the smoke can light

Good man, enjoy your night

That look in every single eye

Even the Queen wouldn’t deny it

Not sure what her eyesight is like

Now there’s maggots living inside

In every face, that long-kept pride

Screaming I’d like to see you fucking try

We could always put 1916 on rewind

Boasting about taking the post office

Rebellion like the offo at nine: open

I’m open to offers, hoping to fill my coffers with more than coppers

That’s if I don’t get rozzed by the coppers, they all drink in Coppers

Once you gob me I’m hand dropping

Fingers like after a three hour bath, G spotting

You better fetch what’s owed lad, or we’re teethstomping

Feel like that last batch was bad

Turned me into a bat

Badge asking me to turn out my bag, fat chance

It’s full of bags of dank, gummable crank

2CBs have you an hour wanking

Lastly, brown powder have ya planking

Too dangerous to give samples

Just sprinkle a tiny bit in your nagin, that’s ample

Don’t do what I do, I take a whole ampule

Amped up at the rave, wanting to break away and do a great escape

But I can’t help raising the roof when I’m zooted and booted

Did two so I’m chewing, down my arm pains shooting

Full of paint and pollutants, all the weed is sprayed and high proof

The cocaine is pure and white as a poodle

Bag with an alien doodle, I take out three spoonfuls and remove them

I teach pupils about England’s abuses

And we remove them.