trap.
02-02-2013, 06:15 PM
Storm-G:
You lack the proper er at the end of your name
But you’ll be in the proper ER in the end of this game
I reckon ya lame, acting psycho when text’s in ya brain
I’ll leave you trapped in a fish net, now I bet ur in seine
The futures looking negative mayne, u always got no luck
don’t even get plus signs on the bottom of McDonalds cups
Im an honest fuck when I say that im a sage with a pen
Yeah I brag.. You’re that word backwards with age at the end
Ur the bravest of men to step to me, but u leave as a memory
If laughter is the best medicine your rhyme’s the best remedy
I drop joules like things losing energy.. Take the facts…..
And if I don’t bake this match.. Kid it don’t matter
Winning won’t be a piece of cake, but a dish of the batter
I don’t listen to chatter, if you talk I’ll be raping you steady
U cant defend me, ya D is smaller than that under the date of a penny
Im hated by many opponents… but I’m loved by the voters
I put fake thugs in the hood.. To burn amongst with the motor
And believe this.. If my pipes break and waters flows in buckets
I’ll call your status to fix it.. cuz your rank is known to plummet
You know who done it.. Its storm.. Perfect with arms..
Gimme a hoe n I’ll have a field day like common work on the farm
I’ll hurt and certainly harm any whore for his talking
Kill the faggot and personally stick a fucking fork in his coffin
Storm is an awesome man.. You probably hate his power
But after March Madness im reigning, call me April showers
Shaking cowards.. U couldn’t win if I lost my tone so fucking early
Because when my voice is horse it wins Kentucky Derbies
Lay the smack down.. With two fast rapid fists I attack clowns
Bye bye.. you’re an MM ex like who beat activist last round
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Snipuh:
I'm facin' Storm cuz if reversed, who knows his intention
I'm the ruler, and liable to put a foot in ya rectum
Storm-G bores me, I thought we had Christmas in December
So soft, he makes me laugh like the tip of a feather
You're predictable weather; hot air, wit no chance of reign
Your mouth's sparrin' wit fire and missin', don't fan the flames
Rant and rave, you can't negate bein' X'd like a double default
G's a nympho, he'll never get over the hump to go on
You're flow-in' pussy, so inseminate yaself- I'll carve ya tissue clean
You're proof that seeds can be placed artificially
Look Pistol Pete, your ball handling's sweeter than tootsie roll licks
Slow bitch, you can't pull my cards- go fish
I own Giz, if I say "hoe, shit" you better squat so quick
Junky-male… found deleted and you never got open
Leave ya jaw wired, your Voice Stream been erased since
When I'm done, heads'll want Snipuh's on top like hostage situations
Some Kid Says you're beat-in' me like my heart- he's snortin' heavy
Guess he wasn't aware the only 'G wacker than Storm is Kenny
Drawin' any heat? You're better off paintin' eruptions
You're only destined to see a short rise like raisin' a munchkin
Phrases you bust is ass, crack ya skull wit my high-knee
Smack you so hard a tornado starts to spin mach nine speed
Your link at homestead wreaks, I hope it was a bad joke, man
That foolish free-style should come with a money back program
You're almost IL. like the state you rep, I'll hand you my L
Passin' a blunt object across ya neck while you scramble and yell
It's not accidental, I flowed elite since rotary phone dials
No style, Mr. Gotta be a diss-missin' case like no trial
No hope now, ya existence is equivalent to Jamaican perm kits
Cuz you got more fucked up than giving AIDS to virgins
I make you nervous, so stand aside like dad's when labor's pressure
My formula's anthrax, and I sniped you back at the first letter
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Final:
Storm-G (15) - Snipuh (0)
You lack the proper er at the end of your name
But you’ll be in the proper ER in the end of this game
I reckon ya lame, acting psycho when text’s in ya brain
I’ll leave you trapped in a fish net, now I bet ur in seine
The futures looking negative mayne, u always got no luck
don’t even get plus signs on the bottom of McDonalds cups
Im an honest fuck when I say that im a sage with a pen
Yeah I brag.. You’re that word backwards with age at the end
Ur the bravest of men to step to me, but u leave as a memory
If laughter is the best medicine your rhyme’s the best remedy
I drop joules like things losing energy.. Take the facts…..
And if I don’t bake this match.. Kid it don’t matter
Winning won’t be a piece of cake, but a dish of the batter
I don’t listen to chatter, if you talk I’ll be raping you steady
U cant defend me, ya D is smaller than that under the date of a penny
Im hated by many opponents… but I’m loved by the voters
I put fake thugs in the hood.. To burn amongst with the motor
And believe this.. If my pipes break and waters flows in buckets
I’ll call your status to fix it.. cuz your rank is known to plummet
You know who done it.. Its storm.. Perfect with arms..
Gimme a hoe n I’ll have a field day like common work on the farm
I’ll hurt and certainly harm any whore for his talking
Kill the faggot and personally stick a fucking fork in his coffin
Storm is an awesome man.. You probably hate his power
But after March Madness im reigning, call me April showers
Shaking cowards.. U couldn’t win if I lost my tone so fucking early
Because when my voice is horse it wins Kentucky Derbies
Lay the smack down.. With two fast rapid fists I attack clowns
Bye bye.. you’re an MM ex like who beat activist last round
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Snipuh:
I'm facin' Storm cuz if reversed, who knows his intention
I'm the ruler, and liable to put a foot in ya rectum
Storm-G bores me, I thought we had Christmas in December
So soft, he makes me laugh like the tip of a feather
You're predictable weather; hot air, wit no chance of reign
Your mouth's sparrin' wit fire and missin', don't fan the flames
Rant and rave, you can't negate bein' X'd like a double default
G's a nympho, he'll never get over the hump to go on
You're flow-in' pussy, so inseminate yaself- I'll carve ya tissue clean
You're proof that seeds can be placed artificially
Look Pistol Pete, your ball handling's sweeter than tootsie roll licks
Slow bitch, you can't pull my cards- go fish
I own Giz, if I say "hoe, shit" you better squat so quick
Junky-male… found deleted and you never got open
Leave ya jaw wired, your Voice Stream been erased since
When I'm done, heads'll want Snipuh's on top like hostage situations
Some Kid Says you're beat-in' me like my heart- he's snortin' heavy
Guess he wasn't aware the only 'G wacker than Storm is Kenny
Drawin' any heat? You're better off paintin' eruptions
You're only destined to see a short rise like raisin' a munchkin
Phrases you bust is ass, crack ya skull wit my high-knee
Smack you so hard a tornado starts to spin mach nine speed
Your link at homestead wreaks, I hope it was a bad joke, man
That foolish free-style should come with a money back program
You're almost IL. like the state you rep, I'll hand you my L
Passin' a blunt object across ya neck while you scramble and yell
It's not accidental, I flowed elite since rotary phone dials
No style, Mr. Gotta be a diss-missin' case like no trial
No hope now, ya existence is equivalent to Jamaican perm kits
Cuz you got more fucked up than giving AIDS to virgins
I make you nervous, so stand aside like dad's when labor's pressure
My formula's anthrax, and I sniped you back at the first letter
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Final:
Storm-G (15) - Snipuh (0)