Splitting it like a divorce court
Shelling it like the Four Courts
Selling it like a drug lord, oil money on the forecourt
From Darndale corners to the Harcourt
Hardcut to me cutting hard where you keep hacksaws
Hacking up phlegm, covered in sores like a gas victim
Make bank, make them gasp, no loss, take a rack no pause
No days off it, lad
That’s my Yak clause
I’m pawing the gun because
This place is like Iraq
Plus one.
Alchemisland 
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