Smoked half the crop in half the clock
Necking a bottle of deep Riverrock
In her sliver, going deep with my cock
In and out, wraith blade at Weathertop
Made them wait, high grade and high status
Fill your plate as fate might cancel later
Went seeking counsel, and ate her
Drank a bit down then pissed in the elevator
Sometimes I hate her, only with me to feel elevated
But thick and thin I stay the same, thanks Masons
Half is placement, half is preparation
Stay masked, keep close tabs on my operation
I’ve got paymasters from Hull to Haiti.
Alchemisland 
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