Alchemisland

Send a cunt to ICU

Icepack for his black and blue

Bruises, dispatched when you’re no longer useful

Abusive, and he’s effusive, but there’s no proper proof

Any comes through I disappear, smokebomb poof

Batman how I haunt roofs, looking down on all the spooks

Tenpenny tower, I got the nukes and all the tools

Tell him whatever, any spoof, lead you to your tomb

Numb your gums and last tooth

Soul black as the back of your spoon

In the back of my Saloon doing yak 

Listening to old crooners at One-Eyed Jack’s

Crew driving Jags, crude oil, we sold bags.