Alchemisland

Tranqs up to 11 Huffing 7 spraycans of Raid so my breath kills flies Big bags, make bank, supersize it like the fries Morgan Spurlock had, remember he lied? Sure he ate Maccers but sustained primarily a booze diet Apu’s place type affair my fridge and bare cupboards Shit from 1998 still there Sure dust…

Staring my pain into the floor Pulling out hair bushels like pages of a book I can’t stand the sight of anymore Resin hits pleasant, I’m encased Dull as a pheasant on rifle cock day.

Pouring libations in the graveyard from eight until ten ten Bury me facing Hamunaptra, upon the Benben You’re boring, need a laugh track so I don’t have ta Push back on any need to look back Spat, it splatted A rapid knuckle crack Smoke kush not crack, ash that fast like a tam-hat Rasta Chiefing…

Making wishes come true Stuck to this vision like my skin’s glue Blue skins, choke wank until my skin’s blue Avatar, half my lungs tar Red string behind the bar, away uniform Tasha Yar Adhesive, keeping keys Bunnies around me, Midsomar Easter People pleaser, lotus eater Emoting before my totem My role in this takeover…