Alchemisland

No respect, cashing the cheques, flashing the wedge

Sex on legs, three sixes under the hair on my head

Dead but for the devil’s grace

Headbutt to a Neville’s face

Heading up to a buddy’s place

Lawn so long could land an aeroplane 

Rappers from Eire playing

Shout up de flats is what they’re saying

Glad to be inside, close all open casements

I’ve been casing all day, outside like a skater

Playing with my life that’s the only stakes I like

Massaged all their life

Given argents and honorary titles as bovine idols

Made honorary sergeants

That fine fine kinda steak I like

Crunchy fries diced pepper ketchup

On the side

But that’s not where I’m dipping mine tonight

Different kinda diet

At first I’ll be keeping kinda quiet

First name only’s fine

But later you’ll hear me talking dirty

33 degrees

And all from the comfort of my qwerty

The work is what makes me certy.