02-02-2013, 06:24 PM | #1 |
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West Round 3: 3. Storm-G vs 2. Sypher
Storm-G:
Before I begin to attack and then boot ya U get so nervous the butterflies in ya stomach go back to the pupa close your trap with some sutures.. Cuz at mouthing ur best Ur having no future.. in facing someone from the south or mid-west Winning this bout with my text, the real and fake can tell If your lip is having a bad time my fist can make it swell Ur only raping well, animals.. No doubt that you’re raunchy Go ahead and stand behind it.. Get a kick out of my donkey Don’t need to listen or watch me, either way im winning today beating u out of the blue to get out of the blue and into the gray (brackets) .. It’s the month of the Irish , a perfect time as a matter of fact for you to get anal from a leprechaun, your first pat on the back Good job!.. But still this fucking nerd couldn’t see me I give back to my opponents, after I win this I’ll burn you the cd Murder is easy for this damage officer … piling this faggot Call me a fabric softener how I make your style ex-static Child it’s magic how people like you invade my scrotum Ur never in the spotlight, only limelight is on ur cable modem Brains I fold em.. You’re entire dome I’m changing that I leave this battle with only Knicks and cuts like NY training camp Captain planet’s insane with raps , he’s wrecking ya ass Remember the facts…… recycling is always better than trash My text is a bash and it’s hungry, I can’t fight it’s appetite I was gonna cop your shit but I forgot how to recite Miranda rights That’s just an excuse man.. But now fuck an excuse You suck it’s the truth, now learn to put up with abuse Ur paying up all your dues.. There’s no way to stop me I put cheapskates on thin ice like bums playing hockey Rip with schemes.. Ur career is a limousine, it’s hopeless shit It’s Not driven because you have nothing to chauffer it No accomplishments besides some famous defeats To Adonis, Saga, and now me.. The lamest of feats Maimed and get beat.. Overwhelmed with pain in this bout Fighting tooth and nail with the hammer aimed at ya mouth .. Ya rhyme scheme is shitty, and plus it’s source is soft Ur flow is like ya grandmas undergarments, of corsets off I was sucking her tits.. They sagged down to her knees She too gets down to her knees and is bounded to please Off of that subject.. Grandma jokes cause the littlest harm Onto your life.. Everyday is a hay day when u live on the farm You spit in the barn but ur not the bitch to see flowing It’s ironic that ur occupation is failing when the industry’s growing You gotta be bad… this shit is what I got in the bag My win is apparent.. You can even call it mommy or dad This is a hair raising experience, .. something new to this vet Since syph’s an actionless hermit who hasn’t hit puberty yet Bruising ur rep.. Now your ego is starting to burst The aftermath is the laughs that come from the “add up” part of ur verse -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sypher: Ya verses are worthless, I ain’t impressed cat You’re Diet Sypher, same style just less phat Chillin on the West Coast, expect to be losing You see L, eh? Forecasts say Storms a-brewin (Bruin) Lame duck gets his game fucked, I’ve been the best You can only look up to me, all ya dictionaries end in S Fathered ya style, who thinks this tyke’ll win? Half his verse is garbage, other halfs from the recycle bin Always on my jock, figured I’d whip out my dick for show And I knew you were a virgin… …but I didn’t think you’d be this quick to blow!!?! Choke this bastard with, his own tie, Storm’s wack as shit Sime needs a before photo, with the crutches its obviously an after pic Clap this bitch, ya puttin ya balls on the line like an abacus By writin a verse ya only hurting yourself like a masochist Punches are not flying, best ya can do is lose on the spot, crying Can’t win, and since you’re a boy scout you know ya k-not tying This talking bitch, will get jacked, throwin bawling fits Nicknames for your career? Why don’t you call it ‘quits’ Rhyme and shit? Need to give it up, less pluses than minuses No matter how much ya CHANGE ya style, never be a quarterfinalist Get an ass kickin, can’t compete with my vast wisdom Everyone below me gets broken bones, it’s a caste system Don’t mess w/ me, got the crowd chantin against ya, wreck ya steez They aint sayin fuck you, they’re spelling what ya are, ‘F-a-G’ (fag) Verses spawn riots, just sit and weep there, calm..quiet I land so many punches that ya think I write w/ a palm pilot Now… Seed by seed you won, I’ll take ya through the path Does your skill add up? well, let’s do the math As a 3 you took out 14, that gives you 11, negative Ya 1 last round against a no seed… ….we’ll give you that instead of it There’s –10 now, watch how the rest happen Take the 2 seed I gave your mom & throw that in Negative eight is the count, make the inference Could beat ya 2 times 4 ya troubles since its the difference (8) But why multiply? I’ll give ya the number straight out So you get ate (8) by Syph, a deal, you made out We’ve added up ya worth, sure it came out as something? But it’s just like I always said, you amount to nothing S / I -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Final: Storm-G (12) - Sypher (9) |
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