Alchemisland

Swanning around, know I got that shit on

Swans wrapped around pounds, know I’ve got the bid on

Strutting my stuff in the Vuitton

Smell the snuff with the lid on

Build-in heat what you sit on

New BM with the No Brits kit on

New DM, those bricks get shipped after a hand grip with spit on

Looking drawn out but they won’t say that when my gat’s drawn

Lain across my lap like a tired cat

Won’t get drawn out, guerrilla raids then we’re out, no pitched battle

Mutton as lamb

White russians and bongs, undone my top three buttons, on the lam

Anyone asks no I don’t know anything, head stuffed in the sand

I don’t see hash, you must be asking about my cousin Siavash

I’ll do you dirtier than a dustbin in a forgetful husband’s driveway

Can’t walk away unless my pride’s in place.