11 August 2012
Sim Shady is his name Life he treats a game
Born as Simon Shady He's never had a lady
For he is dodgy as A reputation he has
He would rip you off Whether poor or posh
He's not choosy which No need to be rich
He will bleed you dry No tears he'll cry
His mother despairs Pulls out her hair
What made him so Be the lowest of the low?
So here I rhyme About his life of crime
Too many to mention Of his criminal intentions
Just beware of this man Avoid if you can
For in a blink of an eye He will bleed you dry
Sim Shady • Opuss № I