FAKE WITCHES BE BURIED IN DITCHES

 You think that I don't see you
up there upon your throne
think'n ya high and mighty running
ya mouth like a microphone
Ms almighty mouth of the south
your fake persona makes me ralph
fat and short aint a shape
I've had bout enuff as im gonna take
-Chorus-
fake witches be buried in ditches, lying, scheming,
money hungry, trouble making, nasty bitches

You are no friend - no friend to me
Bitch you blessed in my company
always in my shadow never up to scratch
you couldn't get nobody to pay for that snatch
I'm kind and caring something you can
never be
-Chorus-
fake witches be buried in ditches, scheming, lying,
money hungry, trouble making, nasty bitches
Ah finally I see what keeps you
so close to me
it's JEALOUSY look at you and
then look at me, make yourself at home
get comfy. I won't delete you
I'll leave you be
where you will die eventually
from incurable ENVY