hahaaa

Imma watch T storm off the stage cuz I stole his thunder..no wonder-
This kid from London tryna thug it..those are thunder claps son, not guns-
You're #1 on my list of groupies..kid, ur like a Button on my spits-
Cuz every fuckin' thread I open up..u go from my dick to fasten it-
I'll swing with a sword and turn this baby into 2 pacs..ur crew is not-
Respected except for recruitin' kids from hot crews that got dropped-
Now it's SIGHT's turn to bat this curve ball..ur a little soft round the edges-
Fuck reading ur text..just look in my palm to see where your head is-
Battlin' me is sure death kid..T's a storm minus the Bright flashes-
I stay droppin' hot shit..u just dabble in it while ur up men's asses-


Fuck outta huuuuuuuuuuur