Alchemisland

You give me the creeps

Give me the keys and speed records get creamed

I’m between, like the pale splat on a custard cream

Snow beside the fob like we’re just in from skiing

Rolled up five bob does the job, unfussy nostrils

Mare Nostrum

Build a wall along a bit of Scotland, fuck what’s beyond

I’m a cross between James Bond

And some mad gothic viking from Götaland

Shots shots, let’s book a box, I skip the queue no shock

Wearing Nike Shox, icy stock stuck in socks

Gets me hot, I’m ready to box or lob the gob

Wanna start? Better not.