Alchemisland

No coaching after a groin strike Repeating ‘you’ve five minutes, Mike’ Dickhit hard enough make foe shit Stunk, clung to the ropes The dung from his hole Punches leave him like a dope taker More quids than rice in a rice maker More fins than an augmented Mako Fewer fans than granny’s onlyfans Not afraid…

Monosyllabic Loose habit Monk’s helmet, no templars This weed is cracking Drags me under, green kraken Engaging so much they named me greengage Relationship with weed, spouse that’s battered  He or she capable of change, all that matters Sure he or she baits me regularly, also arranges My life for me, is not shy conveying…

When I’m out smoking I’m all toking, less outspoken Make sure bushes abutt me Anywhere I’m like to be Imma spark the leaf To the bouncer’s grief He points to my pinner, source of all chagrin I’m hoofing it down like I fucked up plans and missed dinner Quick mediator, or cooking speed of meat…

Fresh Snickers, thick as D&D sheet chaotic bad We’re back in the pad Trading hands Bad bitch with a thick ass Grabasstic Grab ass tits My lad grabbed, gearstick shift Shifting like we’ve got glued lips When I die blue lips to match my eyes CD of Bronson’s Blue Chips on the hifi in the…