Alchemisland

What are ya laughing at Cash in the attic, haven’t got half of that Half of what you got in that bag was Daz A single line you’ll be spinning like Taz All my gold was brass My only goal was brazzers and ass up in the gaff Friend down from Naas, we’re buying grass…

Three drags, couch makes like a marshmallow Big amounts of green, whole trees, made sure we left a field fallow Whip up from golem clay something that makes sadness go away Turn rotten rain to golden day, you know that way.

Not a sadist but maintain a torture playlist, just in case Simon Magus, asking can I buy faith with payment Indulgences came later, so call that way paving Unpaid men saltier than sailors and saline Seeing pictures of me sailing around Australia  Amount of cunts acting, must be Traitors starring Some amount of stars I’m…

The English vice Repressed outside  The rest inside  Breath suppressed during the ride Breasts compressed, loving a hiding  Hand like a shovel  Left her heiney shiny  This one, she loves flogging  Downing flies like frogger  Downy fluff when I pull down joggers.