Get the words down, make a theme and title later
Barely pay attention, shit them out then seeya alligator
Keep what we talked about caped
Having and having eaten our cake
Do whatever the fuck, new Henry VIII
Never expected him reborn on a council estate
Metempsychosis works in mysterious ways
If I’m put on the case
I’ll leave you in a bad way, bandaged and braced
So badly bet you can’t even limp away
Crawling’s not an option, like a too-new babe
I’m gonna do it to you until you or yours pay
Dip your head in the loo, in lieu of proper bathing
I’m pulling out your fingernails at the sink where you shave
So much bloodspray in such a nice confined space, quite a shame
If you survive this it’ll be more than a close shave
You might make a novel from it, share size to be arranged,
If you can get over the trauma and monetise it, it’ll draw mobs
Flooding outta you, not just drip drops
Drip tray acting chalice, making sure it’s all caught
Taking selfies looking badass
Eyes only project malice
I’m too handsome you can’t be mad at
Mad stuff I got away with just on charm
It’s mad, I’ve never been down bad
People can’t help me fast enough
Trick’s being bold enough to ask
No isn’t exactly the Hindenburg disaster.
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