Alchemisland

Started without a pot to piss in

Now I’m head of a system

Head of the page, top of the list

Find a way to make your petty hatred pay; it’s all grist

Out when the mercury dips, out in the thick mist

It’s all the same end of the day, I can’t miss

If you disturb my bliss I take your light, total eclipse

I’m hotter than Ifrit and I’ve left a massive imprint

I know it’s hard for you to get to grips with

But I’ve sold yip from Critchley Wood to Ipswich

Turn you lot off, I’ve got the killswitch

I’ll get the drop and drop you, killer instinct

My dead heads get drip fed

I control the flow like I’m pissing

Flying more often than a racing pigeon

Drugs the only balm, I know I’m damned

But I need their damaging calming

Cabbage or ten cans, else I’m causing carnage

Fun injected through the arm, holes you can’t darn

Rows and rows in the hidden barn

Feel my wrath, don’t mind Kahn

Find the rats, that’s my plan

Psycho fans, example Stan

Disciples soon, my transit van

Can be there in an hour, yes we can

Like Bob the Builder, I’ve got pills and dust

Rather a shootout and car chase then let the load get dumped

She’s feeling me like she’s checking for lumps

Best young thing I’ve had in months

I’m coughing up chunks, not change, and losing my hair in clumps

I can’t change, I’ve had my day

They rave about my shit because it’s heavily sprayed high grade

Had it taken away hours before the raid, saved my crop

Now I’m slanging fat bags at a rave before I fly away

Like a goose headed northways, cashed in and cashed out

Have all my savings and I’m gone sailing, sailing away

Away from the dangerous salient that they wanna make my grave

I’m the target of an operation

Someone on my payslip was getting double paid

I’ll find the name then I’ll sink the blade

Body displayed to dismay, dissuade

Anyone else thinking of betraying me that way

I smoke hay until I’m faded, haven’t slept for days

Perks of the job but there’s bumps to the trade.