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Senior Citizen
Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,870
Battle Record: 4-3
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Kungfugrip:
Storm G? don't bore me. not even a sentence. ur a geek with RBL titles, a pizza face & vodka dependence i don't even got time to be beefin' with you Pac said Bury Me a G, & i think it's the least i could do drunk muhfucka. who are u scarin, g he battled Himself & thought it was a moment of clarity this ain't a drill, dog it's a simpler lesson Storm's in the Danger Room.. also known as an intervention he'll prolly no show. & i'm sure of the reason it's cuz to beat me u need more Storms than hurricane season & those zits u got tragically fail this nigga's face reads 'i'm a fucking faggot' in braille u embarrassing drunk. can't spar with a winner he prolly Toxin higher volumes at the bar than his liver 'pineapple head' 'gay shirt' 'posed with a dumb bitch' you battled Self & Fat Albert was the best u came up with? dude u suck, & with lines as nerdy as those my guns so trained on u it knows ur address & security codes u'r ill? if that's what ur tellin me tyke then i guess Stormfront more than that white supremacy site JQ's runnin the shit. that bastard is raw he said ur a NOBUTT NOBUTT NOBUTT.. ..like u tryna get a drink after last call give it up homie, u fake sore loser. if u had a Shred of my skill, u'd be a skateboard blooper you're horrible, i'd call u a fuck up but i can Behr ur shit, with like 293689 gallons of touch-up yeah, my text game is something apeshit while ur text plan reads $0.ROFLZZZ on ur monthly statement quick thing. Storm-G: yo, i was mad affected by that yo, straight anger shit right here yo, uh check it yo, uh, uh, mad ferocity yes im the alcohol czar, drink you right outta the bar where u'd find slashed tires and "faggot" in shoe polish on ya mommas car cuz mufhucka im awful gritty like that u should know the skinny like i asked you the opposite of fat (WHAT) that verse got personal yo, it got under my skin like when i give ya mom the jergens and she kung fu grips me, rubbin it in that bitch is ugly as sin, i can tell that she birthed you the crigga storm-g is just happy that her son stays out after curfew so i can come to ur house and walk into her room take my dick out as some flowers bloom and bombs go KABOOOM then i zoom, zip up, zappity out yo fu, I think you could use some of my text rapping clout cuz ur obviously locked in ur basement with nothing to do sleeping 15 hours a day hoping all ur dreams become true. look at ur pic, i mean, come on-- look at it, its funny first time outta the house in a while and lookin mad bummy greased hair, mean face, on that negative meditation riding shotgun with moms going to CVS for ya fuckin medication personal: ur just a suicidal mental patient but yo dawg, keep ur head up, look to the future im the text jay-z, crigga you're the text Mr. Cooper im a text genius, a fucking keyboard titan the late great posting up, i'm the text george mikan |
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