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Enemies da envy, God is stealing the scars on me
The enemy is stealing the best in me
Enemy is killing the best in me
Enemy da envy because my money da plentyEnemy da envy, my nib shades till dawn
Where were you when I was in the street?
When night never agreed to wear the day
When the groaning ears counted every cock-crowThe spontanous pooh-pooh of my belle stabed a king
When Garri became a salad
The room became a cage
My whistle became whistless
A Towncrier's mouth overgrew grasses!He had gone far beyond fetch
The belle [stomach] postrates