The Fox of floor Street

Can you feel My hatred for these cunts

And every White Collar wet dream!

Megalo narcissisto

He's stuck on the stone Island,

swino, pighead Lass is a wino, why though?

Me and the boys are gonna tell you why though.

Think about the veneer paste you could have bought with all of that Rolex money

you could have hid your clear diet of bullshit and Coke mate

by the way nobody needs a tan in January

anyways cool stories about your dad's holidays

empty gin cabinets with no northern soul

he's got a big house five beds no place like home

I incinerate rarf The blast!

BM ON Finance Fire up THE Twatmobile

His jeans, they know they are too tight

Let me breathe, let em breathe, let em breathe boy

Even as a gardener, infertile

Do not risk it

don't multiply

we beg

Bad dog no biscuit

And Jeffrey Epstein had a suit

But look what he did

Keep dreaming

mam's precious Prada

good morning playboy

One day there you should be

Crying on Stone Island