Alchemisland

Running around my garden in my Adidas tracks

Oxygen embargo, getting back what breath I lack

Myocarditis from the first and second vax

Coughing up coffin dust, shrek soup in the jacks

Oily hair spiked up using blue dax wax

Sleeves fully down to hide the tire tracks

I’m fucking tired but I do the whole track

What I’m hacking yacking up is black

That’s the price of being bad, paid the price for that

Drinking water from my brand new beaker

Eating pave in my brand new sneakers

I can feel my body getting less weaker

Probably last about a week or

Two before I’m back full weeder

I’m just delaying the tomb

Why bother? Lungs I’ve got two

Didn’t mind burning one brain acting the fool

Lungs blackened from smoking my food

So trim it’s like I lost a limb, exercise method: Saw trap

Feel like I’m dying after a single lap

First flagpole and I’ve collapsed

Running with hyenas

Laughing because I’m less experienced

Getting fit you have to be fearless

Don’t be fooled by my outward appearance, period

I’m skinny like I regularly skip dinner

But I’ve treated my body like a bin

Yeah it’s a temple, a temple to sin

My body a shit nightclub, they let anyone in

My body like a numbed leg, full of needles and pins

Need to reach beach bod before Summer

Discovering the loneliness of the long distance runner

Sometimes, I pretend I’m being pursued by gunners

Or a bomb is about to go off and obliterate my mother

But if I nail ten thousand steps, it’ll be defused

This is peak male performance, to the tune of a million views

I’ve got more curves than the Nürburgring

More carbs than the menu in Burger King

Fewer cars more walking, in the rain singing

Being thin’s regal in a fat cunt kingdom, and I relocated recently

Mr Motivator I dinged him, teach me how to be svelte and springy

Reduce the belly and increase the perceived size of your thingy

I’m going up and down stairs like a self aware slinky.