Alchemisland

Flattened you on laps, lad

Few slaps’ll wise your bap

Waiting for trapped cerise to turn kelly green, rubberburn, too determined

Nox spits spurting out the sump wets the rubble, in unhumble purple

You’re getting fattened on rashers

Don’t take the hump at the fact that

I’m seeing so much grass like the cover of Out Of Africa

You think I’d cleared the pass unto new pastures

Nudes from a newly-lewd daughter of a no good news pastor

Whipping it up, don’t mean shrimp pasta

Ripping it up the magna, king’s back so get used to masters

Kiss this ring, inquire about height when I mention jumping

Went from handing out lampings to chumps like an MMA champ

To champagne afters, pads with gilt landings, helicopter landing pads

Guiltless, heart dark like Guinness me as witness

Hard to pretend to care when you’ve silk and big bills in your underpants

Big bulge, that’s the bullrush coming like thunder if I pull out

Oil spill night, feel like I could reach in and pull a gull out.