Alchemisland

First things first, some animals have to be smothered

Or, if you’ve the stomach, bloodied.

Out in the garden during summer, wrapping something up – not a mummy;

Hacking off limbs in the dungeon

I like knives not a gun, and I’ve got a strong tummy

It’s all chummy until someone messes up the sums

Then I’m down on you like rocks weighing tons.

Allow you one last glimpse of the sun before I bury you under

The patio, prayers get muttered for what we once were

Holes in your hands there, Padre Pio sympatico.

Burning your clothes, your hoodie and underwear

In a flamegushing wheelie bin

Garda called but I stalled them in the hall, didn’t let them under

Can’t let them look under or break clod, like pirates seeking plunder

If the body is a temple, well mine is well sundered

If they find a print, then my cleaner has blundered

I’ll torch the gaff and split, no cap, leave the murder squad wondering

Stay or go, that’s my conundrum

Doing 140, coming up on Dundrum

Spliff 90% weed, 10% tobacco, Drum

No cap here, I’m a full-blooded kafir

No hope, no fear, just schemes to get gear

Getting snow like I’m planning to open a ski slope

Selling blow to hopeless homeless

Their dirty shoe cash my annual bonus

Did so much nose they can’t get boners

All hours blowing up my phone

Bird on all fours, stuffing coke condoms up her hole

No plan, moving blindly like a mole

Feeling walls to figure out where I’m going

Call me if you want amazing X

No love from any of my exes

Some of them ghosted, Irish exit

They’re asking on forums if this guy exists

Grow site a no fly zone, tell Michael O’Leary cease and desist

Any closer, any leering, I’ll see red mist

Give lead like it’s a gift until you cease to exist

New kit no creases, it’s all fitted

I’m kitted out like a rich villain 

Selling so much, a lot of ill kids pilling

Making an absolute killing

Grow my own, self sustaining and self subsistent

Hard to find like a bigfoot, hard to pin down

I don’t leave footprints for testing

Keep taking lefts, like I’m looking for the maze exit

Keep taking lefts, hooks and uppercuts, my foes legged it

Once I brandished the weapon

Throwing stuff at your house, I didn’t egg it

Molotovs in garages, thrown when I’m angry by members of my collective.