Tell dem dude I still have the scape taberna of the yams then
Pick up the mantle come we try the nittles of yams
Fire me a burn, these are the end of this
Fee blouse off on the street while dem cock up a sip champagne
Be stocked by living price rising and still no raise appear
Open the eye and look for yourself, this thing here is no game
007 when me step still can't trust these guys
Devils in disguise, someone meds up in disguise
All dem talk is lies, dem words on it full of lies
Untoward demise