Get a life

They call me fatty ,

But really they want my Batty ,

Because they’re so skinny and scatty ,

And they like bunch of crack fenes ,

Look like they work on the back streets?

Them silly bitches will never match me,

Because I’m way to flashy ,

They sit there in there dressing gowns,

Making up shit and spreading it about,

Making me the the talk of the town,

They need to lighten up them jealous frowns,

I’ll never let them hoes bring me down

And I don’t care if you believe them,

Because they’re hair looks like it’s reseeding,

And I think them teeth want cleaning,

And get off my Facebook stop peeping.

You need to get a life alright ;)