enemies wana kill me like the way the romans killed Jesus. good for the goose is good for the ganger. rumours are carrie

enemies wana kill me like the way the romans killed Jesus. good for the goose is good for the ganger. rumours are carried by haters, sprayed by fools and accepted by idiots. and is a fool who's always says they are with my friend not me. crooks and crooks trying to seize my shine. but they never had luck on my side. nothing good comes in silverly platter but everything rather coms in plattern form. though am taking in blues but the wise one getting my point. so lend me your ears👂 and stop talking crazy like your jaw broke. a bottle broken top so hands on ya head. who are you who am I pretending to be blind not to see your owns needs. e,n,i,g,m,a be the mallafucker name. enigma i be the real gee so don't judge me. what goes around comes around so don't judge me.