trap.
01-31-2013, 07:32 PM
Kungfugrip:
Storm G?
don't bore me. not even a sentence.
ur a geek with RBL titles, a pizza face & vodka dependence
i don't even got time to be beefin' with you
Pac said Bury Me a G, & i think it's the least i could do
drunk muhfucka. who are u scarin, g
he battled Himself & thought it was a moment of clarity
this ain't a drill, dog it's a simpler lesson
Storm's in the Danger Room.. also known as an intervention
he'll prolly no show. & i'm sure of the reason
it's cuz to beat me u need more Storms than hurricane season
& those zits u got tragically fail
this nigga's face reads 'i'm a fucking faggot' in braille
u embarrassing drunk. can't spar with a winner
he prolly Toxin higher volumes at the bar than his liver
'pineapple head' 'gay shirt' 'posed with a dumb bitch'
you battled Self & Fat Albert was the best u came up with?
dude u suck, & with lines as nerdy as those
my guns so trained on u it knows ur address & security codes
u'r ill? if that's what ur tellin me tyke
then i guess Stormfront more than that white supremacy site
JQ's runnin the shit. that bastard is raw
he said ur a NOBUTT NOBUTT NOBUTT..
..like u tryna get a drink after last call
give it up homie, u fake sore loser.
if u had a Shred of my skill, u'd be a skateboard blooper
you're horrible, i'd call u a fuck up
but i can Behr ur shit, with like 293689 gallons of touch-up
yeah, my text game is something apeshit
while ur text plan reads $0.ROFLZZZ on ur monthly statement
quick thing.
Storm-G:
yo, i was mad affected by that yo, straight anger shit right here yo, uh check it yo, uh, uh, mad ferocity
yes
im the alcohol czar, drink you right outta the bar
where u'd find slashed tires and "faggot" in shoe polish on ya mommas car
cuz mufhucka im awful gritty like that
u should know the skinny like i asked you the opposite of fat (WHAT)
that verse got personal yo, it got under my skin
like when i give ya mom the jergens and she kung fu grips me, rubbin it in
that bitch is ugly as sin, i can tell that she birthed you
the crigga storm-g is just happy that her son stays out after curfew
so i can come to ur house and walk into her room
take my dick out as some flowers bloom and bombs go KABOOOM
then i zoom, zip up, zappity out
yo fu, I think you could use some of my text rapping clout
cuz ur obviously locked in ur basement with nothing to do
sleeping 15 hours a day hoping all ur dreams become true.
look at ur pic, i mean, come on-- look at it, its funny
first time outta the house in a while and lookin mad bummy
greased hair, mean face, on that negative meditation
riding shotgun with moms going to CVS for ya fuckin medication
personal: ur just a suicidal mental patient
but yo dawg, keep ur head up, look to the future
im the text jay-z, crigga you're the text Mr. Cooper
im a text genius, a fucking keyboard titan
the late great posting up, i'm the text george mikan
Storm G?
don't bore me. not even a sentence.
ur a geek with RBL titles, a pizza face & vodka dependence
i don't even got time to be beefin' with you
Pac said Bury Me a G, & i think it's the least i could do
drunk muhfucka. who are u scarin, g
he battled Himself & thought it was a moment of clarity
this ain't a drill, dog it's a simpler lesson
Storm's in the Danger Room.. also known as an intervention
he'll prolly no show. & i'm sure of the reason
it's cuz to beat me u need more Storms than hurricane season
& those zits u got tragically fail
this nigga's face reads 'i'm a fucking faggot' in braille
u embarrassing drunk. can't spar with a winner
he prolly Toxin higher volumes at the bar than his liver
'pineapple head' 'gay shirt' 'posed with a dumb bitch'
you battled Self & Fat Albert was the best u came up with?
dude u suck, & with lines as nerdy as those
my guns so trained on u it knows ur address & security codes
u'r ill? if that's what ur tellin me tyke
then i guess Stormfront more than that white supremacy site
JQ's runnin the shit. that bastard is raw
he said ur a NOBUTT NOBUTT NOBUTT..
..like u tryna get a drink after last call
give it up homie, u fake sore loser.
if u had a Shred of my skill, u'd be a skateboard blooper
you're horrible, i'd call u a fuck up
but i can Behr ur shit, with like 293689 gallons of touch-up
yeah, my text game is something apeshit
while ur text plan reads $0.ROFLZZZ on ur monthly statement
quick thing.
Storm-G:
yo, i was mad affected by that yo, straight anger shit right here yo, uh check it yo, uh, uh, mad ferocity
yes
im the alcohol czar, drink you right outta the bar
where u'd find slashed tires and "faggot" in shoe polish on ya mommas car
cuz mufhucka im awful gritty like that
u should know the skinny like i asked you the opposite of fat (WHAT)
that verse got personal yo, it got under my skin
like when i give ya mom the jergens and she kung fu grips me, rubbin it in
that bitch is ugly as sin, i can tell that she birthed you
the crigga storm-g is just happy that her son stays out after curfew
so i can come to ur house and walk into her room
take my dick out as some flowers bloom and bombs go KABOOOM
then i zoom, zip up, zappity out
yo fu, I think you could use some of my text rapping clout
cuz ur obviously locked in ur basement with nothing to do
sleeping 15 hours a day hoping all ur dreams become true.
look at ur pic, i mean, come on-- look at it, its funny
first time outta the house in a while and lookin mad bummy
greased hair, mean face, on that negative meditation
riding shotgun with moms going to CVS for ya fuckin medication
personal: ur just a suicidal mental patient
but yo dawg, keep ur head up, look to the future
im the text jay-z, crigga you're the text Mr. Cooper
im a text genius, a fucking keyboard titan
the late great posting up, i'm the text george mikan