trap.
02-03-2013, 04:23 PM
Name: Storm-G, Mr. Gots
Crew: EXS (Ex-Saviors)
Where: Spring Valley, Illinois
Repped: RM, UPN
vs Hellbent
My armor softens the blade you hold strong in this war
Now your mad.. Losing ya temper along with your sword
Ur a whore Prostitute fucking for lots of loot- I can tell ya gay
Yesterday when I got bent is the only time I had hell to pay
Well you stay a flamer forever looking lamer than ever
Like casino quarter machines u should make change for the bettor
We’re the same in two aspects, don’t bother to differ
We have the same sexuality and fatherly figures
..Zeus made the storm many centuries ago
He created you recently, formed your text and ya flow
I reckon you blow judging how your whole style is winded
If you want a good Finnish adopt an obedient child from Finland
Smile and listen.. You cant even begin to see this king
My fists are flying and you’ve gotten into the swing of things
U don’t bring, u sing.. Claiming “hell aint dying out in this match”
the moment u let the cat out the bag , u were lion out of ur sack
Nobodies doubting the fact that in this bout I am first
Removing my sausage, everything coming out`cha mouth is the wurst
Ur verse is compliments to the judges, ur supposed to battle me
Next to a plateau, your verse is the highest form of flattery
That’s wack to me.. Nah actually its worse than whack
So I go for the juggler when I’m killing this circus act
From your first attack to your last.. I just gotta laugh
Getting kicks out of your verse like it’s a karate class
Quality over quantity trash, 401 kilobytes of text is tiring man
You should stick to worrying about ur 401 k retirement plan
I’m fire and damn.. You’re just fighting the obvious
Ur career lies in ruins for picking bones like an archeologist’s
Confidence is the fucking source of my wrath
Too much aftershave is the only brut force that you have
You best find a course or a path.. A good route for escape
You’re not safe at home, you’ve been thrown out at the plate
How I murdered this UA celebrity.. It’s hard to speak it
Let’s say your rug is now the one getting the red carpet treatment
Gave u a ‘brief’ death then hung your corpse by underwear straps
My verse kills the whole crowd… only thunder will clap…
Fucker it’s fact this is over.. Ur presence is now erased..
Like good carpentry - you work, then leave the boards without a trace
Now your faced with a thought deep in the back of ur head
Trying to figure out how to live with the fact that you’re dead……….
vs Double 0
fucking with a storm who has massive rage
You wind up dead like the pitching ghost of satchel Paige
.. Ur out of this tourney, I'm bringing fact nerd
I’m Thieving, round robbin’ like that singing fat bird
Ur spat words are funny, laughs rumble the heavens
If your word is bond im murdering double 0 seven
..The master god turning ya sunny days to massive fog
If your allergic to pets I’ll make it rain cats and dogs
Faggot mod, u were ok in the past now lose ya rep n disses
And live in the present like pets for Christmas
Listen, my flow bangs ya bitch I know it grows anger
But the fact stays I ‘don’t suck’ , that’s a ‘no brainer’
So Change ya plans, man ur ripped and its over
You leave with a bag of Tostitos and dip on ya shoulder
I laugh at you and ur bad attitude about losing this
Anyone protecting ur verse is garden shit like manure is..............
Crew: EXS (Ex-Saviors)
Where: Spring Valley, Illinois
Repped: RM, UPN
vs Hellbent
My armor softens the blade you hold strong in this war
Now your mad.. Losing ya temper along with your sword
Ur a whore Prostitute fucking for lots of loot- I can tell ya gay
Yesterday when I got bent is the only time I had hell to pay
Well you stay a flamer forever looking lamer than ever
Like casino quarter machines u should make change for the bettor
We’re the same in two aspects, don’t bother to differ
We have the same sexuality and fatherly figures
..Zeus made the storm many centuries ago
He created you recently, formed your text and ya flow
I reckon you blow judging how your whole style is winded
If you want a good Finnish adopt an obedient child from Finland
Smile and listen.. You cant even begin to see this king
My fists are flying and you’ve gotten into the swing of things
U don’t bring, u sing.. Claiming “hell aint dying out in this match”
the moment u let the cat out the bag , u were lion out of ur sack
Nobodies doubting the fact that in this bout I am first
Removing my sausage, everything coming out`cha mouth is the wurst
Ur verse is compliments to the judges, ur supposed to battle me
Next to a plateau, your verse is the highest form of flattery
That’s wack to me.. Nah actually its worse than whack
So I go for the juggler when I’m killing this circus act
From your first attack to your last.. I just gotta laugh
Getting kicks out of your verse like it’s a karate class
Quality over quantity trash, 401 kilobytes of text is tiring man
You should stick to worrying about ur 401 k retirement plan
I’m fire and damn.. You’re just fighting the obvious
Ur career lies in ruins for picking bones like an archeologist’s
Confidence is the fucking source of my wrath
Too much aftershave is the only brut force that you have
You best find a course or a path.. A good route for escape
You’re not safe at home, you’ve been thrown out at the plate
How I murdered this UA celebrity.. It’s hard to speak it
Let’s say your rug is now the one getting the red carpet treatment
Gave u a ‘brief’ death then hung your corpse by underwear straps
My verse kills the whole crowd… only thunder will clap…
Fucker it’s fact this is over.. Ur presence is now erased..
Like good carpentry - you work, then leave the boards without a trace
Now your faced with a thought deep in the back of ur head
Trying to figure out how to live with the fact that you’re dead……….
vs Double 0
fucking with a storm who has massive rage
You wind up dead like the pitching ghost of satchel Paige
.. Ur out of this tourney, I'm bringing fact nerd
I’m Thieving, round robbin’ like that singing fat bird
Ur spat words are funny, laughs rumble the heavens
If your word is bond im murdering double 0 seven
..The master god turning ya sunny days to massive fog
If your allergic to pets I’ll make it rain cats and dogs
Faggot mod, u were ok in the past now lose ya rep n disses
And live in the present like pets for Christmas
Listen, my flow bangs ya bitch I know it grows anger
But the fact stays I ‘don’t suck’ , that’s a ‘no brainer’
So Change ya plans, man ur ripped and its over
You leave with a bag of Tostitos and dip on ya shoulder
I laugh at you and ur bad attitude about losing this
Anyone protecting ur verse is garden shit like manure is..............