the breakdown

Ha ha who da fucks dis man t-storm??? he dissed the DK Knights?!? Wot the fuck man ima let him feel this check and drop...

(Verse)
...Lyrical style 1st class like a drug and ima pump mega slugs into this fake thug/
Who thinks he can come into the RB club and diss the Dk Knight Thugs/
Are u on a death wish coz if u are then i can carry it out on command...Like a Genie/
Coz im thinkin u aint feelin us or me...here's my glock HA and rest for eternity/
And this aint self gloryfied...these are truthful words/
Quit while ur ahead T coz u know gettin beaten like a bitch hurts/
And whats wit the name t-storm???...u think u wild or sumthin/
Our country (England) hardly gets hardcore storms...actually im wonderin/
Does the T stand for tiny, tryin or trippin?/
Coz u gettin tiny fo tryin...and my PIMP hand make sure u gonn be slippin/
Cover yoself up in quarentee...coz yo wack rap disease is a worry fo me/
Tiny storm is jus a lil rain shower...he'll pass over in 8 lines u'll see/
Im the biggest disaster that u'll probably ever see word is bond/
Oh except when u walked in on yo bitch and her ex Raymond/
Coz the truth is...EVERYBODY LOVES RAYMOND and yo bitch is willin 2 prove it/
But dont worry u wont be a virgin forever...1 day she'll give up the clit/
But ur gay...so u wont...ur gynophobic/ (gynophobic = fear of women real word)
I'd take u to a strip club...but u'd prolly run from it/
Pack yo bags and fly away the next day/
Collect call Raymond and tell him to flee the same way/ (Secret lovers)

Aight thats me done waitin on u...


nice drop man...little stretced bust some funny lines you know...raymond was good...not enough personals but still a good drop...


okay now for tstorm

they call u mad dog..n ur crew they call dark knights/
i call u sad dog.. n ur crew do shit but bite/
fukin wit me...set u all on fire...im crazy-psycho-manic/
ur crew alarm bell ringin...t cumin up swingin...cause u all to panic/
ur shits so weak..u been in for colonic irrogation?/
dnt try to understand...u wudnt know the meaning of personification/
bitch ull never surpass me...coz im insubordinate/
u cudnt work that out...if i gave u a map n tha co-ordinate/
bitch u claim ur serious...i think your all delerious/
ma styles complex,convex n concave...ur styles straight played/
you rap like u ashmatic...my style pumps like im pneumatic/
you must b sufferin from amnesia?...coz i tie u up in mastic(tape)
u need to grow a brain...ur styles fucked n lame/
ma gran cud do beta...n ur shit cud do wit her zimma-frame/
so fuck u...first i merked jay-dogg...n now ima merk you/
whos next in line...i take out ya whole bitch-ass crew.


BORING...that styles played man...i wasn't feelin this at all...no personals really here either...at least nogood ones...that's the truth...no real funny disses...choppy flow too...you know it...go back and look...eventhough it wasn't stretched it still a sloppy flow...
played punches...and old style


vocab...mad cause storm was forcing big vocab and thats worse...
punch...mad cause he was funny
personal...storm eventhough it wasn't a very good one
flow...tie...cause they both stunk
extras...mad he made me laugh...

people need to learn a witty style...not a thesaurus style...that's just my take...later

v-mad

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