trap.
02-02-2013, 06:30 PM
s.o.u.l.:
I can't believe this idiot is from Chicago...
While you sit at home, fucking with your "microphone,"
I'll kick you in the throat so hard, all you can utter is a dial tone,
Go chat with a dolphin, me lose? ...possible, but don't happen that often,
I'm raising stakes like I was standing over dracula's coffin,
Beat you till that hard head softens, slices to ya gut below ya chest:
The reason why Storm's consistently a cut below the rest,
Ya style's like your daddy's visits - "touch and go" at best,
You need to stop and look at the truth-
A male child was apparently something 'moms' couldn't produce,
I went to shit on Storm - he gladly took the abuse,
He's got a 'potty mouth' and hey...I put it to use,
You beat me? Say what?? You just plain suck you lame fuck!
You're insecure, -your neck from a tree- is my only major hang up,
I'm 22, you call me "grandpa??" -- that shit's amazin'...
Guess I've been fuckin' the girls in ya family for generations...
Simple and plain, I'm here to put an end to your reign,
Ya style's more played than that suffix at the end of your name,
You bitch and complain man, what's the bitchin' about?
Messing with Soul your rep's in the hole, *ain't no diggin' it out,*
Guess you were born with a silver spoon AND and a dick in your mouth,
I see you bite and recycle, bet even your name is stolen,
Who the hell are you...Thor?? Well, I guess that makes me Odin,
You're lame at flowin', is it only me...
Or does Storm sound like a bad suburban version of O.D.B.?
Your audio's really worn, you sound shitty Storm,
Drop the mic and go jack the fuck off to kiddie porn,
You need to take it from the top like failed suicide attempts,
Got dem crutches to hide ya limp, but your position's assigned as "Gimp"
And that's the *real* reason your punk ass 'rides the bench,'
Your first mistake was your pic, your second...sendin' your verse in,
Storm's a 'model rapper,'
Kinda like a real emcee, except a minature version,
Your ass is weak, I'll cut of your hands and feet so you can't compete,
You rappin' street, but ya crew will get all of their asses beat,
Look at his pic -- those circles around ya eyes ain't from lack of sleep,
There 8 of us, but "Elite's" a class you've never been in,
You're a waste of the f'in skin it took to wrap your skeleton in,
That's why you'll never win, your silly topics are idiotic,
Storm's a fuckin' joke and well...I never really got it.
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Storm-G:
Soul is just a mad faggot trying to rap
The trick is pulling his hare out like magic with a rabbit inside of his hat
No denying the fact that Mister Gots is the best
Like the goalies water bottle, the flow is on top of the net
Ur on the bottom ya vet… remember you’re rejected
I’m putting an end to the solstice like December 22nd
Respect it- my text is so tragic.. It’s wrecking the rival guys
Ur the biggest ex of this bracket, next to ebben and idol eyes
Heaven so high in skies is where you aspire to be
Why though.. To earn a halo plus wings and be hired by me?.
Cuz I’m god…. I’m god……
I strike a nerve bitch.. No way this fucker will win
Aloe vera got on ur skin last round, now im rubbing it in
Son I don’t kid.. U’ll do nothing more than go down
You have a picture so bad it’s dissed in more than 1 round
.. Fucker it’s fact mythological gods live under your hat….
Because your hair is ancient Greece, I’m discovering that
I dug up some other crap about how u support faggot guys
You help gaze like your glasses do when they magnify
You’re smashed and my.. You better visit the hospital
My verse is the coldest good humor since the Popsicles
Suck my cock ya hoe.. It’s the greatest of bones
And I’m all forehead like an Alien’s dome
Ur fake and it’s known that you’re always rhyming whack
now squat for the big unit.. Like the catcher for the diamondbacks
Ride my sack since ur the worst in the game, my verse is insane
Try hurting my fame.. U lose ground throwing dirt at my name
Worse than a lame.. Nobody fucking roots for this fag
He’s a nicotine patch.. Just a harmless substitute for a drag
It’s truth and its fact… Ur a hunter aiming at ducks
Buying guns to hunt deer is ur idea of more bang for ur buck
You’re grandpa and country… into the wildlife and old
Not fit for hip-hop.. Just chop wood when nights are cold..
..I do this for the thrill and scaring.. Just listen it’s over
To fight you are bold, to get killed is daring…
that’s the only reason u have a Dorito chip on ya shoulder
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Final:
s.o.u.l. (18) - Storm-G (1)
I can't believe this idiot is from Chicago...
While you sit at home, fucking with your "microphone,"
I'll kick you in the throat so hard, all you can utter is a dial tone,
Go chat with a dolphin, me lose? ...possible, but don't happen that often,
I'm raising stakes like I was standing over dracula's coffin,
Beat you till that hard head softens, slices to ya gut below ya chest:
The reason why Storm's consistently a cut below the rest,
Ya style's like your daddy's visits - "touch and go" at best,
You need to stop and look at the truth-
A male child was apparently something 'moms' couldn't produce,
I went to shit on Storm - he gladly took the abuse,
He's got a 'potty mouth' and hey...I put it to use,
You beat me? Say what?? You just plain suck you lame fuck!
You're insecure, -your neck from a tree- is my only major hang up,
I'm 22, you call me "grandpa??" -- that shit's amazin'...
Guess I've been fuckin' the girls in ya family for generations...
Simple and plain, I'm here to put an end to your reign,
Ya style's more played than that suffix at the end of your name,
You bitch and complain man, what's the bitchin' about?
Messing with Soul your rep's in the hole, *ain't no diggin' it out,*
Guess you were born with a silver spoon AND and a dick in your mouth,
I see you bite and recycle, bet even your name is stolen,
Who the hell are you...Thor?? Well, I guess that makes me Odin,
You're lame at flowin', is it only me...
Or does Storm sound like a bad suburban version of O.D.B.?
Your audio's really worn, you sound shitty Storm,
Drop the mic and go jack the fuck off to kiddie porn,
You need to take it from the top like failed suicide attempts,
Got dem crutches to hide ya limp, but your position's assigned as "Gimp"
And that's the *real* reason your punk ass 'rides the bench,'
Your first mistake was your pic, your second...sendin' your verse in,
Storm's a 'model rapper,'
Kinda like a real emcee, except a minature version,
Your ass is weak, I'll cut of your hands and feet so you can't compete,
You rappin' street, but ya crew will get all of their asses beat,
Look at his pic -- those circles around ya eyes ain't from lack of sleep,
There 8 of us, but "Elite's" a class you've never been in,
You're a waste of the f'in skin it took to wrap your skeleton in,
That's why you'll never win, your silly topics are idiotic,
Storm's a fuckin' joke and well...I never really got it.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Storm-G:
Soul is just a mad faggot trying to rap
The trick is pulling his hare out like magic with a rabbit inside of his hat
No denying the fact that Mister Gots is the best
Like the goalies water bottle, the flow is on top of the net
Ur on the bottom ya vet… remember you’re rejected
I’m putting an end to the solstice like December 22nd
Respect it- my text is so tragic.. It’s wrecking the rival guys
Ur the biggest ex of this bracket, next to ebben and idol eyes
Heaven so high in skies is where you aspire to be
Why though.. To earn a halo plus wings and be hired by me?.
Cuz I’m god…. I’m god……
I strike a nerve bitch.. No way this fucker will win
Aloe vera got on ur skin last round, now im rubbing it in
Son I don’t kid.. U’ll do nothing more than go down
You have a picture so bad it’s dissed in more than 1 round
.. Fucker it’s fact mythological gods live under your hat….
Because your hair is ancient Greece, I’m discovering that
I dug up some other crap about how u support faggot guys
You help gaze like your glasses do when they magnify
You’re smashed and my.. You better visit the hospital
My verse is the coldest good humor since the Popsicles
Suck my cock ya hoe.. It’s the greatest of bones
And I’m all forehead like an Alien’s dome
Ur fake and it’s known that you’re always rhyming whack
now squat for the big unit.. Like the catcher for the diamondbacks
Ride my sack since ur the worst in the game, my verse is insane
Try hurting my fame.. U lose ground throwing dirt at my name
Worse than a lame.. Nobody fucking roots for this fag
He’s a nicotine patch.. Just a harmless substitute for a drag
It’s truth and its fact… Ur a hunter aiming at ducks
Buying guns to hunt deer is ur idea of more bang for ur buck
You’re grandpa and country… into the wildlife and old
Not fit for hip-hop.. Just chop wood when nights are cold..
..I do this for the thrill and scaring.. Just listen it’s over
To fight you are bold, to get killed is daring…
that’s the only reason u have a Dorito chip on ya shoulder
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Final:
s.o.u.l. (18) - Storm-G (1)