Alchemisland

No mics no peas but plenty black eyes  Every time I swipe, bear at salmon style  Every time I try I backslide  End up several steps back  Or upon my backside  On the flipside I didn’t die  Must be getting stronger Finished off my third cow pie Can feel my dick getting longer  Didn’t even…

If you’re old enough to read the Beano  You’re old enough to sit at table eating  Grab a plate and a glass of vino  Hold it aloft for a toast Too often you were with people older  The host smiles, how you’ve grown  Too young for the world on your shoulder Too young for this…

Big bag of cans from Centra, toot off a jig jag chains jangling, good laugh Asked a fat bird to sit in my lap and almost got flattened, man patty We’re chatting, acting natural being crafty, nursing a craft beer The action comes after, I cum fuck what happens after Red handprints on her ass…

Snorting fat green lines of weed Stalking the Luas green line No tickets to date, dodging fines If they catch me I’m telling lies, all or nothing blow on dice No fear of snake eyes – Anaconda was a laugh riot Reccied dose Imma take twice that, icy eyes dilating like a cervix giving birth…

Do it like the Devil said it Booted up that devil’s lettuce Gear for two, like doubles tennis Stupid coppers ain’t got no clue, Alf Ventris.