Da Storm vs Aaron

[trap.]

12-22-2001

Aaron spit


First of all, fuck you, nuff said, but I'll keep going
How in the hell you gonna claim to be ill without me knowing?
It's like 4:12 in Atl, I'm sleepy as hell
but I ain't never too tired to beat the fuckin' shit out of you and stab the fuck out ya moms wit my dickin ya sister's mouth and make her suck me as well
Yo fag ass pussy style don't fly wit the stacka
I ain't no pimp, But I'm the reigning king of bitch smackers
You don't believe me ask ya mom er better yet, ya pop
Cause that's the gotdamn king of sucking my cock
so guess who the prince is. Yeah, your next in line.
Aaron-O I stick is so far in ya eye I fuck wit your mind.


Da Storm spit

Here we go

This young kid wanna be victorious~ well he better come harder/ think he can "beat me" his name must be short for "Aaron Carter"/ (His song i think i can beat Shaq)

I "take" kids "under" the ground like "Paul Bearers"/ (undertaker)
Thought he had a win he was "happier" than 13 year old's seein "pubic hair"/
You have entered "hell's kitchen" i single handedly "set fire" ta crews/
Battle me ya bound for "quick death" like a known "blood" rockin "blue/
Play the tough role but ya crew is full of fe-males/
Even if he spent all day on the "beach" dude still wouldn't see- shells/
(shells as in bullets and sea-shells)
You weak male~all u see is "l's" like sittin next to "addicted smokers"/ (l's as in blunts)
You'll be beggin me for no more "hits" like "full hands" in "poker"
Think u can "defeat" this~ better call "Jesus"~there aint no style like mine/
Dont call the "lord"~better yet "Regis"~Aaron need some "life" in his "lines"/ (life-lines)
Defeatin wack rappers~kid should never answered tha battle cries/
Now he got his ass "beat faster" than "tradin tower" jokes in "NY"/ (World Trade)


Somethin short 4 ya a late night battle