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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