Alchemisland

Pouring libations in the graveyard from eight until ten ten

Bury me facing Hamunaptra, upon the Benben

You’re boring, need a laugh track so I don’t have ta

Push back on any need to look back

Spat, it splatted

A rapid knuckle crack

Smoke kush not crack, ash that fast like a tam-hat Rasta

Chiefing no pass that

Numbers like I’m great at keepy ups

Puppies hush can’t keep up with me when I mush these drugs

Can’t believe I did pass maths

My sums have some asking how’d he manage that

Jealousy, they can’t mask it

Walked in looking fantastic

Their eyes went massive, like anime battlers

Driving that tank like old rattler

No crumple zone, no groan room for tattlers

Stowed in back, racks of VHS tapes, Naples Ape and Black Antlers

As examples

Ample apples Adam samples

Adam Sandler had them laughing, mighta been the gas

So acrid where we bag the plants have to wear a hazmat

Cancelling plans to meet whoever has that

Text back Grand, like the Canyon

Trying to see a hundred thousand grand and the Canyonero

Eros and Thanatos, I’ll get tossed out if I do coke

Sawn off shot leave you holey like an Aero

They were saying holy moly

I could get one through a tiny hole, bow and arrow

Way’s narrow but I clear the channel

Headcase read my tarot, said I’d be inside a barrow

Buried with full honours, beside the hottie I married

I should go to Agincourt

The heavenly court assured me, among that core

I would not die at Agincourt

Like scores and scores of French forces.