Alchemisland

Head movement, constantly moving got me through

Held by the throat like a kitten by the scruff

Duffed up in this dust up, fuck him up

Then fuck him over the ropes clean through

My judo throws take a phenom’s 0

Special me, beyond your zone

Be on your way or I’ll break your nose and bones

Droning on and on about throwing bombs

Selling sage to Johns for steep prices? Bronzes.

But haven’t you a nice family at home in D5?

Tonight I’m tired of it, feeling tried; die or hit drive

Cast long shadows down the game, brocken spectre

One uppercut broke the machine, no more punch measure

If you just met me, then Punch just met you

Greased around the legs

Modded gloves fulla metal pass inspection

Full metal but not in my jacket, aerodynamic due to waxing

Into a corner back him then whack him like a mafia hitman

A punch like that, that’ll sit a man regardless of his game plan

During my berserk phase my face shifts, I become dangerous

From plain to crazy, beeline fast a bullet train, a man deranged

My scope-eyes trained on the goon I trained for

Honestly, rage such I forgot my name and trade

After the scrap when the bag is made, silvered palms, launch into a tirade

About how you and your team will be screaming doused in napalm

Victims of a bomb raid

In the back changing room, getting slathered in tiger balm

I see red and throw to wound a belt holder, leave him dead calm

I want to be the only one going home.