Encased in layers because the wind’s flaying, chill sends to grave
Keep an airtight case because I’m buying resin today
Bloke’s unpleasant, bad specimen, but his weed’s incredible
He’s going for this hour’s third wee, is that credible?
We’re taking keys and sizing up enemies like they’re edible
Setting precedent as Stillorgan’s last evil resident
Resident Evil how I’m killing police, or was that the sequel?
Who committed these murders? That much is evident
But they can’t commit me without good evidence
The missing, I’ve buried; garden’s a fertile crescent
Shot up cops like they were pheasants.
Alchemisland 
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