Alchemisland

Magnetic pull

Everything invisibly instinctively insensibly reaching toward the sun

Treating everyone to a Hollywood Lunch because we came in underbudget

Troupe indulge my hankering for a full round of White Russians

Weed ground to dust like temples underfoot by the spurned pride of Maluks

Marduk’s shrine thrice burned, his furnace eyes light up the altar behind

The door even a searcher could not find

You can summon thunder using only your mind

I don’t even pick up common plunder

Ground littered with loot Iwouldn’t stoop to lift

You’re bent over getting it, like an old foagy waiting out a coughing fit

No coffins just a rough pit we use often, quicklime lined for corpse hiding

Primed on Jager and Appletiser, lines and ampules of horse tranquilisers

Trooper dose had me drooping like a fent user

She just got used, perused her beauty, self abused, then juiced

Now I’m zipping up like a tent user, slow to reroute like a shit computer

I could do with a snooze but opt for a boost, one intended but really meant a mending twofer

Kappa, gucci bag and a Sam Giancana strap

Dance on a debtor’s head like he’s a koopa, free all tip the can

These are the risks you take when you get flake on tick, but you knew that, you little thick

Hash rolled into a ball, jacket and flask both bought in Saint Vincent De Paul

Pall over the city, shitty piss rat smell appalling

She’s gonna stall over to fellate me

Bro says he wants motion but he’s late replying, he’s stalling

You can’t train mice to be lions, crowns you can’t try on

If you’re the type to overimbibe or have long lie ons

Selling at market, mine’s a popular stall

Fresh from the grow, I’ve got it all

Balling, head the ball, header the ball off the wall.