He so Sheike
but he got the cheek
To speak of the leek
It aint right
To ruin your light
or to speak of such things at all let alone at a height
If i were you i'd get the might
I'd give up without a fight
You better than that mouth dribbling, tongue slipping freak
For love you don't need to be like them, so what if they call you geek
Now they call you a slag
and his old bag
I'd rather be called a geek
Than his leftover sleek
