Jeff and Ghislane,
they flew on a plane,
harvesting sorrow and pain.
But all that goes 'round
has its rebound,
and Justice will not come in vain!
Jeff and Ghislane,
they flew on a plane,
harvesting sorrow and pain.
But all that goes 'round
has its rebound,
and Justice will not come in vain!
Ghislane and Jeffrey,
they fucked around carefree,
oblivious that they would get caught!
But time is a teller,
a witness, a dweller,
that sees and sometimes forgets naught!
Birds of a feather, oh,
rags of same cloth,
oh, corrupt cabalists, thereof,
But, verily, hear me,
the crooked and the squirmy,
this forecoming AUGUST nears HOT!