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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