Jealousy is the enemy
Its tries to get to me but
My life is made up of my destiny
Deffo not a speculation
I just have to follow regulation
But just be jealous of
My rhymes cause there slicker than the slime…pit that’s the sewer
I’ll eat you up with a skewer in a summer barbeque.
Oh please excuse the fume that I made in this party where we rendezvous too.
We party till the world goes out whoops the Mayans made a mistake, so the party must commence let be no more mistakes
