Alchemisland

I’m off it now, honest

But my product is the hotness

So much chronic it’d make you vomit 

More cheese than Wallace and Gromit 

Tonnes in keys so I’m speeding

Through the streets of Milton Keynes 

Mutant ghetto in 2000 AD 

I don’t fret when I’m low 

Sometimes up, sometimes down 

Don’t be greedy, back it’ll bounce

Now back to the ounce 

Bounding down 

Pounding out Hot Sprockets 

Car like a comet passing fast rockets 

A single seed in my locket 

A kingly feed in my locker 

A ting to strike fear in my wallet.