5 star chase occurring too often
Whirlybird, Brotherhood calling in the Vertibirds
In my rearview mirror I flip it, make the bird vertical
Country cops hate me lately
Laying out spike chains to stay, slay or erase me
They don’t even bother to chase me
Like pussychasers knowing she’s too chaste
Won’t get a taste without formally offering a ball and chain, in every lane
My saloon like a stately steed eats it and keeps going cheetahpace
Gun out the casement like the clothes of someone caught cheating
Give a rozzer a cheeky nodder, stomp like Hando in Romper Stomper.
Alchemisland 
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