Party boat from Hyperborea to the giant toes at Rhodes

Howling, solo this prowl I’m on

Always cauled 

See a coward fire like a gun wrapped in a towel

Upping the body count

Gun for hire in a town

Where everyone’s looking to make someone else die

Cooking it up too, all white diet

But its brown I’m whipping up tonight, junkies mine form a line

Trining lightning means something’s gonna happen

But don’t ask me, I’m overly mystified

The sky looks massive but yeah we’ve Ifritted a few spliffs tonight

We’re a bit fried

I’ve got alchemy down to an exact science

Got it codified, my notebooks buried

The hole diggers were paid to go into permanent hiding

Burned both shovels and maps

No cap talked seven figures, keeping it all under wraps

Hand clasped

Spat on my palm before that, so we’re banded

Brotherhood and that’s that

Stab in the back if you go bandit on your buddies

Don’t fudge because it I’ll do you, cunt

I’m all about budget

I don’t mind making a stuck thing budge with a few thudding punches

I’ll hand out drubbings

Hand out drugs to younglings, outside schools like a nonce

Whole frame hyper, stripes, gauntlets with spikes

Max 95s hiding hoofs inside

Seeing stars, solve et coagula

Worlds collide, action needed to ignite a revealing fire

Designer, designer drug diet

Eyes seeing more ice than a Hyperborean boat pilot

Caught two white whales

Shelved beside bottled lightning and unicorn hide

Famous names on me like climbing ivy on a stately home

With a road length drive.

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