Alchemisland

Sif suddenly bald so I make a dwarf a hairgiver

Bad temper, hairtrigger

Big enough order, yeah I’ll deliver there

Red hot, leave the spot with tunes blaring because I don’t care

Roof down so I can feel the air move my hair

Packs in the back and boot where I keep my spare

Risk like this should be rare but it’s increasingly frequent

Spice that’ll make a veteran smoker freak, it’s peak and piquant

I pull down my hat peak, hide my peepers for anyone peeking

Passengers freaking, pleading I take it easy

As I bomb down Brewery Road in the motor, sports mode

Skin rippling as sixes triple, lips peel back revealing molars

Winged a squirrel and it exploded

Born delinquent, no save reloading

So I keep barrelling forward without slowing

I’ve got lots of white but it’s not snowing inside

Leave behind lines of fire when I drive

Leave your place, your grave, looking like a crash site

You thought you were brave but so am I, multiplied twice

Your facial structure got rearranged, not from smiling

Left you with three new holes, gutstuck with my trident

Like you roused easygoing Poseidon to violence

I take time to look behind, like the vehicle was on autopilot

Eyes on the back of my head, seeing which pal is Pilate

Take my loot and pile it while I’m resting my eyelids

I spin the wheel, the cycle of violence repeats

My car reaches top speed, as measured by as many steeds

I look hot, on fleek, but my demeanour is freezing

I never seem eager, no different this evening

In fact my lips are teasing the words, I’m fucking seething

I barely need a reason, I’m never without scales, opposite of Seath

I keep my katana in its sheath on the opposite seat

You better hotfoot it away if you were giving cheek, gonna get hurt

Split you in half like a biscuit for three and I don’t like the third

Hash in a yoghurt in a yurt, leave behind burnt earth

Burlap to steal your earnings, shake up incoming; worms turning

All my dwarves hardworking, constant about the furnace

Burnished gold all my furnishings are headturning

Doshearning, neverlearning, midnightoilburning

I drink it neat, driver seat then yeet it

Early, never late to the meeting

Warm greetings but not overeager

No meekness, any cheek leave widows greeting

New missus, li’l older but so hot she’s practically molten.