Crow in my socks, always stocked
Coughing lots, deathdoor knocker and coffin dodger
Some dodgy lugies I’ve hocked, lungfroth Hockney’s
Drinking strong scotch
Couldn’t walk a straight line for cops, tried to dodge
Looked more like hopscotch
But they didn’t find the bodge in my Neon Dodge
Quite a night time scare, sans Podge and Rodge.
Went home and gave her a rogering;
She was bouncing like a dodgy lodgement.
Always check my cheques
They won’t cash correctly
Don’t burn or bronze, get freckley
Doctor doses Hyde has hiding, ready to get Jekyll-y
Got a burner phone for selling rocks in case they get me
Got drugs you inject coming in from Chechnya by private jet
If they don’t step correct bind their legs then hit eject
I love money but won’t let greed infect me
That old me had that disease but I won’t let it repeat.
New me has old knees
I can’t do laps or amaze with trapeze
But if I have to I can make a man bleed easily.
Happily laugh while a supposed leader pleads, repeating please;
Save your pleas for the hearing, for a jury’s ears,
Take off that jewellery and give it here.
Alchemisland 
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