yo this fool calls himself envy skills, got so many kills,
but his blood i'm about to spill, it gives me a thrill!
put his dead body on chill, popin these purple pills,
workin in the paper Mill, on ILL street, the only job he cant cheat!
and aint it neat, he likes the job, something he cant beat,
all the wood givin him a tingle in his meat!
go ahead, hate him, like michael jackson he be rapein men,
drinkin gin, i guess anyone can forget they suck, now and then!
, adn now i leave you, beggin for pity you be callin,
cause like tom petey, i'll leave you there, "free fallin"