Alchemisland

First we drive to Foxrock  Collect Poppers  Tell the cabbie step on it  Back to Coppers  Lots of pompous types  I’d have stuffed in lockers  Between PE and lunchtime  Special project is getting wrecked  Once we set sail I’m happy  On the deck in my captain’s hat  Drinking old fashioneds Lashing lashes out of it…

Excuse me but I’m parched  May I have ends on your can   To get me back out on the march  I’m in the dead marshes  How much I’m skagged for ring  When I arrive, having departed Call that return of the king Scratch my back, I yours  I consider scratchcards investments  And I’m seeing big…

I never run out of stamina I rip flesh, Legend of Shamana Sorry I left semen in your mama We had a dirty semana  She ate me like a piranha  I honoured her, only slothfully  Honestly for fifty five she’s some moth Nice, clean slot like casino just got mopped If he gets caught  Your…

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…