Alchemisland

Turnt up, no more lurking

Fuck a telling off, no telling what’s next, nothing’s certain

We’re selling, flying off the shelves like paper for the asshole surface

When there are red warnings on the world service

Higher than Helvellyn, hellbent for medicine

Bell rung after I’ve swung

One and done kick to the front tongue, Anderson

Shelling off now the shell’s off the turtle

Went from tortoise waddle to full force hurtle

Nox throttle lightning bottled godly

Got that golly my gosh jolly and jellies on me, mind and body

Selection like a deli, come up and get it

Then send in the next, better together.