aight yo

kid u sound like a book serchin for burried treasure//
commin up wit ya weak flows and life still aint equally measured//
he gonna get blowin off like a feather,im the storm//
he aint know that thunder come in one big form//
his whole flow get verbally torn//
so i bust my mouth like a smiff and wesson//
just a quick way to teach this bitch a lesson//
he call 2 rounds not knowin i aint messin//
when he dead on his grave stone heres the message//
d.b.v devistated by verabl nuttin to do with restin//
i was keep um steppin,he talkin bout droppin da beat//
ima drop it right on ur eye like a piece of meat//
burn u wit da skillz dat have da flow and bring da heat//
ima burn u like lil waynes 400 degrees//