Rock high, so high it’s like I rock climbed
My get-up is ox hide
I take nitrous and magnesium oxides
Stuck between two sides, hard place and rock like
Rock you comeback Rocky style
Don’t let you take five
I’m throwing five hundred shots in five minutes, get you got
Dial triple six to summon up the squad
Dripping liquid fire, spiting God
Saliva froth, that much delight at spinning spiteful lies
Inspiring higher tithes
Pitting rival against rival
Restoking old fires, old divides, the Pilate
Back to ensure that Jesus Christ’s crucified a second time
With hands held high
His terrible image etched on mine eye
Bidding the bentlow crowd arise
Arise with hypnotising lyrics
Their soul my prize, use Limericks to pry them out
Trout hooked on flies.
Alchemisland 
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