02-03-2013, 04:23 PM | #1 |
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Join Date: Aug 1997
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Battle Record: 4-3
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Storm-G
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.............. |
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