Alchemisland

Do me wrong and you’ll feel the cold, not just shoulder

Like a German soldier without a coat, Operation Barbarossa

Invite sent, thought your event would be supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

But I left early because it was atrocious, told my mates I had to go

Went back home and hit a dab, burnt my hash flank black as coal

Stoned because I looked too long in the Gorgon’s hole

Hero but I’m bad at playing that role, archvillain would be closer

Know you’re proddy if the drawers are where you keep the toaster

Doped up sipping mimosas, listening to Nine Inch Nails Closer

On my phone, sending pics of my bone to a girl named Clodagh

She’s from down south, she’ll be using that mouth on the grounds of Fota.