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trap.
02-02-2013, 03:05 PM
Prox's Verse:

Dough’s no budding star, im quick to trim pansies man,
An keep my steeze bananas for longer than chimpanzees can,
all I do is talk I mean a flow like this could rock arenas,
the purest flow you’ve spit out was throwin up spiked Aquafina,
too drunk now, missed your 1 o’clock subpoena an walkin to court,
two-steppin ‘round the law wont get you pop-lockin’ support
look at dough jockin the sport, in pop-warner games he’d win some
after cuts, nicks an tough hits he got his 1st down syndrome
an that still seems to be the problem, damn this queer looks slo-mo
he didn’t know though, this was his adult school yearbook photo,
bitch, denials unhealthy…and you’re not hearin’ none `a that crap
might be cuz it looks like u tucked your ears in under your hat
im thinkin’ the voters want a bronco’s jersey. Im not forcin’ yall,
but u gotta admit Elway’s not the only john with a horses jaw,
make the streets move to my flow tho, like rowboats in Venice,
u collectin fame off “Where are they now: Dennis the Menace”
do u got marbles in your nostrils? man they seem awfully big,
i picture you sayin ‘that’s all folks!’ with ya Idol Porky the Pig,
cuz you never had nothing to say, ya skills are a fuckin disgrace,
automatically my hands raise, while yours are clutchin’ ya face
RBL winners get no props, but I guess that’s how you earned a bid
To Prowlers, this and ya blow-up doll are healthy alternatives
3 weeks back, broke your weak back, that was a sneak attack,
I repeat that, how you gon squeak past w/ lots a’ leakin’ cracks?
Blood seepin’ past ya feet in casts, left ya looking Toe’ up
Prox holdin’ trophies, but you an Ally Mcbeal get No cups
Gain nothing by dissin’ my pic, an plus there’s still a price
You’ll pay from doin all that backup dancin’ with Vanilla ice
P’s music in your mouth, silenced when I fill ya heart w/ swords
an rip apart your chords by strummin’ the strings on my harpsichord
but its not all good…even while dough’s girl will kiss n’ wink,
im getting sued by scientists for destroying the missing link…


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John Dough's Verse:

Ya chances are dismal and grim, Prox bone gristle'll singe/
when I beat u with just the JD and get the initial win/
got lucky last time so just smile, laugh at ya thug style/
when u lookin like Sting and Janet Reno's love child/
viewers see ya lines, couldn't read worse, u'll bleed 1st/
can peep prox on ohhla.com under the name "Needs Work"/
are your weak punches supposed to hurt? I boast and smirk/
since the climax of the Jackass movie is u postin ya verse/
almost cried when I seen ya, actin with a fly demeanor/
boy band dropout whose hat needs to visit the dry cleaner/
votes my goal's to double you till ya rebuttle is bruised/
dickriders taxin ya ass, guess they double you too/
if ya pops coulda predicted ya looks,he woulda pulled out/
saw ya pic, call bob saget, found lost member of full house/
how long ya charm last? ran when some harm got hatched/
Couldn't play ya roll this battle but ya arm got cast/
cartridge handy, spark the jammy, injured like marcus camby/
how u a rapper lookin like danny from the partridge family/
Prox belong on the DMB tour bus, Dough had to wreck em/
I'm battlin Nick Carter's stunt double wit a bad complexion/
4 elements fag, krs typa purist wit no clout and no flow/
u lucky, Def told me he edited ya backpack out the photo/
pull red carpet out from under u, face smashin the rug/
I'ma take u out the picture...after I laugh at ya mug/
get personal but u suck, not even the best drop John/
how good could u really be when u rep FS dot com?/
tourney victories I have many while ya raps drag lengthy/
happy? u can't be content when ya verse don't have any/
enough of ya infantile rhymes, just run for ya rattle/
ya got two L's here,1 for ya consciousness,1 for the battle/

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