Alchemisland

Coked up and ready to go

Straight from the playbook of Jon Jones

Breaking bones, cranking shoulders, sorry, Glover

I’m an old favourite for fight promoters

Every fight, belts I’m holding

Rode around the ring on my coach’s shoulders

Before the fight light them up with a look that smoulders

Topple them with a left hook, pins fall like bowling

I’m on coke, in camp smoking

Limbs get broken because I’m Shinya Aoki

Better not put your left arm in, this ain’t the hokey pokey

Just rolled a fat blunt thicker than a stogie

Using earphone jack as a pokey

Constrictor when I have the choke

Restricting air from entering your throat

Face turning blue like you fell off a boat

And weren’t floating like a voter.