Mentos in a shook-up bottle of smoke and lightning
Menty B made me overdose, ward B during Christmastime
It’s in my genes like bags of green a badge wielding fiend seized
Bed 613, in and out since 16 eating Thorazine and meeting demons
Doctor with skin like jeans
Signed my cert signed and served, he signed me out as a sane version
They were so certain
I’d served enough time, health bill cleaner than a headshot
Noscope if you ask have I crow
The answer’s never no, bro, so let’s go
Halfway down the field like Scoles
Packing into oven heat, no scones
Throw a bone to a scrote
He’ll be back tomorrow with his begging bowl
Give him a mission and a heroin addiction, he’ll swear any oath
He’ll plug any bloke to fill his bowl
Done soon as I spoke, cold.
Alchemisland 
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