Alchemisland

My drugs come upriver like a vole

Strong spliff burns my throat

Cold at the spot so I tighten the throw

Fasten it at the throat like a superhero’s cloak

Counting out today’s souls, half it stolen

Talk about life goals, gold I’ve loads so what I hold is kept loaded

Lucre makes a man loco

All mi ropa proper, all got logos

Shotguns in the lock up, hot ones in crop tops 

When I throw it’s like shotput, nowhere I don’t crop up

Grey smoke all over the shop, like a cropdust

Drop by if you’ve got croplust

I’ve got the jawbusting pills

I’ve got ballbusting collectors if you welch on bills

My head is spinning like the wheel at the mill

My wheels are spinning at the sight of the Bill

Pale like I’m frightened, friends ask if I’m ill

Querying whether I’m dying, doing lines

Fuck it, ignore the signs and keep walking along that thin line

Struggling like I’m holding open the jaws of a lion while juggling

I’m selling the best blow in Dublin

This one hoe is trouble but she likes face fucking

Arrives caked up, leaves with it running like a Juggalo

I should and could do better I know but lino does for me you know

I’ve got the glow, that charisma showing

For what I’m stowing I’d leave bones broken

Up through skin poking, like we used cheap skins for what we’re toking

Use a bit of a skin to cover up holes and keep blowing

Making smoke rings, mouth making an O

Making so much dough, I could afford a boat

Trapped in a circle, like the blue in the google chrome logo

It’s a trap, it’s a circuit, horse and trap around the circus maximus

I need to see Surtr urgently, repair my bird’s circlet

Rooting through what the dwarves had in surplus

She’s slurping down my slurm then her shitter’s getting rooted

I won’t let anyone make a mountain out of this molehill, close computer.