Everything’s free when you’re in league with fleets of demons eager to bring your wishes to fruition.

More white in my sight than

Bo-Peep counting cloud-dyed sheep, in snow and sleet

Kobe beef armoured in pepper like blunts dipped in keef

On skewers like a sheesh

Peeped a bill that a year ago wouldda killed

Zeroes, enough make ya sheesh

My stock all white like chaps in sheets 

Open carry like hats, chaps, and steeds

Spitclean my spurs, everything current

Bird in furs purring near my meat

Vae victis, I’m the scourge of the defeated

Six foot plants to hand, stock never deleted

And plans for more, gambling on higher standing

Backgammon and poker in the backroom of the Devil and Pope

Slow-rolling chomos and gammons, toking on philanderer amny

Sipping cans not Campbell’s, bell book and candle, looking on

Taking on odd jobs, tax-free nixers, cash in hand bits and pieces

Leave me the keys and the place is getting fleeced, favourite fee’s free.

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