Alchemisland

Anytime I take a dram there’s drama, tranqed on Trama I’m a tank on treads, can’t stick to a track or be led Can’t skirt the line, I’m too deadly To truncate my behaviour, deal or seeya later, grease Skirt on the line, curvy looking churchy wanting lines probably squirts Jumper former llama, jumpy gunners…

Should be wearing whites how I’m cooking tonight Ten texts ten birds wet trying to be next Put them on all read like Dana White’s bets Growing like Dana White’s head From human growth hormone and vials of test Bare down on a rival like a rabid bear hoping to dine out Got that shit…

Mosted host, goated by the Mendesian goat Offering toasts blood and gold like Anne Rice wrote Coffin soakings, hidden codes you can only know by inhaling moulds Forge moon bold in molten ochre Handing out holy ghosts, growing groats in groves, oak and primrose Setting a torpid atmosphere with my Dolby atmos  At most put you…

Get what you deserve What you can handle What you’re willing to earn Both ends of the spent candle, midnight oil dyes time’s sands sharkeye For a lot, will you burn for eternity? Smoking Purple Aki in khaki Have you planking after ashing it Bunning during work, took my lashes Now it’s me managing, commanding…