got a little something to say...

Pardon me, but I had to intervene
Your dumb ass tweets are starting to tickle me,
Like any average person, I've been sitting here and just watching,
I'm plotting to end this shit,
And finally squash the problem.
First off, meek you a bitch, and I'm not impressed.
I just heard your CD and I'm feelin depressed.
Your shit sounding so played out,
You should give it a rest.
I'm bout to lock up this fool, like he's under arrest.
You think your rhymes are best,
But their, under the rest.
You need to chill the fuck out,
With that bird ass chest
Ok.
I saw your tweet nigga, "baby lotion soft"
Your probably talkin bout your little dick when you jacking off
Drakes got money and swag,
And shit that you can't have,
I just sit back and laugh,
You just average.
Let's be honest, you'll never have it.
The title, the fame, that you will never ever see,
But that's just another day, when your name is meek.
You should watch your fucking mouth,
Or you're losing  some teeth,
I feel sorry for your mother, when your dad had to skeet.
The squad is hungry out here, and they ready to eat
OVO

mynigga