Alchemisland

I’m wearing hammedowns

I always keep the hammerdown

Hammered stumbling around this shanty town

Subsidence so all the buildings are slanted

Like sets from Dr Caligari’s cabinet

Drink in hand, no shandies

No handouts except slapping

Expect savagery from me

Throw shade and fistic world war III

Don’t you dare look at me like that

In the gambling house, magnum flat on my lap

Flap your gums and you’ll catch flak, you cunt

Keep dealing because I find these numbers appealing

No time for twats

Unless they want to slimeglaze my uncooked pork baseball bat

Take revenge on a rat

Taking bends at 170 with a flat

Michael Schumacher couldn’t drive like that

Weaving between screaming pedestrians

My trophy was donated to a speed dealer named Ecstasy Evan

I want horse and it’s not for equestrian

I want coke and snorting whores who don’t ask no questions

Who want a week sequestered in my bed, sweating

I’m out questing, texting suggestively about seedy sex

I won best dressed whilst wearing stained sweats 

And a Morbid Angel sleeveless vest full of hot rock holes, skin a mess

But look amazing undressed, unwashed so my pubes are dreads

All stick and poke so my tattoos are dreadful

Shit happens, life sucks, then you’re dead

Lips fasten, nicely sucks, that’s good head

Full time rambling man

Plain taste, sandwich cheese or ham

Enough drugs to beat the band, to feed the band

My feet needs bandages, my sneakers three banded

Do it my way, I don’t need a manager

If I see you on the streets, I’ll feed your face fists and damage you

I was born not in a manger but on another place more deranged than here

I’ve been sleeping outside like a Dunedain ranger

I’ve always been a do or die type of guy

No top button done up, no tight ass tie

If it aids my rise I’ll tell fibs, big lies, don’t care if they’re white

Big lines, I do care if they’re white

Snort a mighty one off a mirror, one and done, then say it’s just right

Like Goldilocks sampling porridge ursine

If she asks what’s your sign then she’s freaky

I’m getting it tonight, it’s that easy

Bad bitch and a big heater at my side in case there’s a stitch up

If a friend decides to switch up he’ll end up with stitches

Pushing daisies up, in a bucket labelled chud

Thrown into the Hudson by my fisherman bud

His name is Brody and he knows on which side his bread is buttered

Red eyes because I’m tired, been up three nights

Snorting fat lines of ice

Tinkering in my basement, finishing touches on my time device

Looking back to ancient times using my chronovisor

Angel at my shoulder like a reinholding supervisor

Making sure I don’t ruin the timeline

I’m fifteen pints nonethewiser

Heady mix of beer and cider

Turned my insides 

Vomiting into my inside pocket

She’s hotter than a hot sprocket

I plug in to her well-rubbed socket

Powered up, going off; rocket

Taking shots like my controller is broken in rock em sock em

I cast a tall shadow, my spectre a brocken.