Last sailor riding this wave
Blasting harpoons trying to impale my white whale
White sales and green bales
Protecting shop with a shotgun like a Korean in LA
Kareem Abdul when I play, balling all year all day
Killing so many dudes, I must be in your base
Receiving so many nudes, I have to free up space
Keys of K until I’m on the astral plane, moon for the cheese plate
Show up fresh fit fresh fade
Ravers want my tasties, lined up like for a parade
They want to be tazed, they want to be amazed, a booming trade
Blue ghosts and chartreuse grenades, hardly heartless I’m a chartist
Mega when it comes to selling, no messing I’m an artist
Sirens means someone telling, leg it back to Hell, legit no Heaven
Traded in dove feathers for tough guy road leathers
Everything got better, birds got wetter
But my horns stop me doing headers
Selling looted vehicles to evil people
Zooted so I’m sweet as treacle
Rootless, someone pulled the tree up
Ruthless, consider me Smeagol
Mount Doom, whip type: Eagle
Right now it’s a fire market, buyer’s market
Whip too hot I couldn’t park it
Doing laps of the Iveagh Gardens
Try me, are you starting?
Crime need, you’ll get carted to the hospital’s mangled department
Left your limbs and skin at such sick angles, broken bones dangling
Your surgeon will need to be an artist, wages of narcing.
Alchemisland 
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