Serpent-shaped cake made from butterfly powder, hair pomade, and fingernails

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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