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02-03-2013, 02:25 PM
Diss Kabob:
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D.K all day, bitch. It's nothin.
You seeded 3? You jokin' me yo.
I'm pointin' at ya number and Rollin' like a rotary phone.
Come the fuck on, how he finna harm D.K?
Nigga look like Swizz Beats on Laundry day.
Tryna pose like he more than cocky..
He ain't hard, dressed like he on his way to a Ruff Ryders Toga Party..
Rip me? No, not even a probably.
He just Some Makeshift Punk like track 3 on Phrenology.
If you knew more in general, you'd come off greater.
So get a Newspaper and hit the Lab with conviction like Dog Trainers.
This nigga D colder than winter;
While Res such a closet fag, his favorite DOS command is 'C colon and Enter'
Talkin' shit as if I HAD a flaw..
This right cross will have you in Wonderland like John Mayer hittin' Alice raw.
I throw 1-2's Tyson of old would inflict..
Yo ass did like Frans and took 'Botha' them shits.
And don't think I won't let the mag blast..
One shot will turn that white headband into Japans Flag,
cause like Royce said, Beefin's healthy..
Your best punchlines re-choir a gimmick like a Kirk Franklin remix LP.
Ya whole city is unworthy..
Only nigga wearin' me out is Shawn Marion cause Kabob 'Suns Jersey'..
Man if I started a petition to ban this wack fucker,
It'd prolly generate more signatures than Jazz drummers..
Bitch you look like a hapless fag from Cali,
who bombed an audition to be in The Last Dragons dance finale..
If rhymes were engines, mine are Boxster status.
Yours go 'putt putt' like when Golfers practice.
In short, you shine a little but D shine brighter.
Even your fuckin' name backwards look like "See Im Nicer."
Get the fuck out my face, dog. Leave.
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Resin:
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"My prose is WOW, call me Colin Powell..
Cause I put one in the chamber, give ya ass a look thats cold, then POW." - Diss Kabob
Call u Colin Powell huh? C'mon, Let's Go
Aiyyo
Tried out as Bush's lover but he aint havin it- so listen
Instead of his drawers u just settled for a cabinet position.
WHAM! PING! POW!… you're a fad at best
…The only one impressed with your text is Adam West…
Braggin shit while dissing… your future health's a dream
The size of heads show ego…
And Rudge looks like he has very low self-esteem.
Ya flow felt my steam as I start rioting relativity
Just think of JFK Jr. when you try piloting creativity.
^Now check that line… as I gun your crew down
He had a propelling career til I knocked engine 1 & 2 out.
Nigga, I'll ride the critic's brute laughter in saddles
The bandage 'round my head mimics YOU after this battle.
& its not skill its ya face that makes it bad-to-spit-with
U got the kind of mug kids wouldn't give their dad for Christmas.
Your sad so split, bitch…
To young boys.. this pedophile acts charming & cute…
Cuz he's more into 'developing privates' than army recruits.
Plus we'd free but you'd be spitting dull & tarred
I'm the mayor of cypha city…
…You're a bum at the corner of prewritten boulevard.
Ya pulling hard, but girls won't ask at all
They won't even make a pass at you in co-ed basketball.
You have 50 cents in the bank & lack composite stocks…
Got u living in 'closed quarters' like your safe deposit box.
So pause it, cock... poisoning u got me covered bitch
The MSG in ur food aint the one with Knick game coverage.
Sick chains on my wrists… while this odd gay's bruised in two
Fuck a phase…
The losing stage he's in is big enough for Broadway musicals.
Bitch, I'll let u take shots for free practice
Cuz 34-24-36 aint measurements…
…Its the votes you've lost by the last 3 of 4 matches…
Then Sime sent u as my call-outs-get-rugged
Getting dissed is your department…
And I just made a chain of mall outlets from it.
Mahfucka…
Go to bed… you crab ass nigga…
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D.K all day, bitch. It's nothin.
You seeded 3? You jokin' me yo.
I'm pointin' at ya number and Rollin' like a rotary phone.
Come the fuck on, how he finna harm D.K?
Nigga look like Swizz Beats on Laundry day.
Tryna pose like he more than cocky..
He ain't hard, dressed like he on his way to a Ruff Ryders Toga Party..
Rip me? No, not even a probably.
He just Some Makeshift Punk like track 3 on Phrenology.
If you knew more in general, you'd come off greater.
So get a Newspaper and hit the Lab with conviction like Dog Trainers.
This nigga D colder than winter;
While Res such a closet fag, his favorite DOS command is 'C colon and Enter'
Talkin' shit as if I HAD a flaw..
This right cross will have you in Wonderland like John Mayer hittin' Alice raw.
I throw 1-2's Tyson of old would inflict..
Yo ass did like Frans and took 'Botha' them shits.
And don't think I won't let the mag blast..
One shot will turn that white headband into Japans Flag,
cause like Royce said, Beefin's healthy..
Your best punchlines re-choir a gimmick like a Kirk Franklin remix LP.
Ya whole city is unworthy..
Only nigga wearin' me out is Shawn Marion cause Kabob 'Suns Jersey'..
Man if I started a petition to ban this wack fucker,
It'd prolly generate more signatures than Jazz drummers..
Bitch you look like a hapless fag from Cali,
who bombed an audition to be in The Last Dragons dance finale..
If rhymes were engines, mine are Boxster status.
Yours go 'putt putt' like when Golfers practice.
In short, you shine a little but D shine brighter.
Even your fuckin' name backwards look like "See Im Nicer."
Get the fuck out my face, dog. Leave.
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Resin:
<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/diss.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Diss Kabob'; return true">
</a>
"My prose is WOW, call me Colin Powell..
Cause I put one in the chamber, give ya ass a look thats cold, then POW." - Diss Kabob
Call u Colin Powell huh? C'mon, Let's Go
Aiyyo
Tried out as Bush's lover but he aint havin it- so listen
Instead of his drawers u just settled for a cabinet position.
WHAM! PING! POW!… you're a fad at best
…The only one impressed with your text is Adam West…
Braggin shit while dissing… your future health's a dream
The size of heads show ego…
And Rudge looks like he has very low self-esteem.
Ya flow felt my steam as I start rioting relativity
Just think of JFK Jr. when you try piloting creativity.
^Now check that line… as I gun your crew down
He had a propelling career til I knocked engine 1 & 2 out.
Nigga, I'll ride the critic's brute laughter in saddles
The bandage 'round my head mimics YOU after this battle.
& its not skill its ya face that makes it bad-to-spit-with
U got the kind of mug kids wouldn't give their dad for Christmas.
Your sad so split, bitch…
To young boys.. this pedophile acts charming & cute…
Cuz he's more into 'developing privates' than army recruits.
Plus we'd free but you'd be spitting dull & tarred
I'm the mayor of cypha city…
…You're a bum at the corner of prewritten boulevard.
Ya pulling hard, but girls won't ask at all
They won't even make a pass at you in co-ed basketball.
You have 50 cents in the bank & lack composite stocks…
Got u living in 'closed quarters' like your safe deposit box.
So pause it, cock... poisoning u got me covered bitch
The MSG in ur food aint the one with Knick game coverage.
Sick chains on my wrists… while this odd gay's bruised in two
Fuck a phase…
The losing stage he's in is big enough for Broadway musicals.
Bitch, I'll let u take shots for free practice
Cuz 34-24-36 aint measurements…
…Its the votes you've lost by the last 3 of 4 matches…
Then Sime sent u as my call-outs-get-rugged
Getting dissed is your department…
And I just made a chain of mall outlets from it.
Mahfucka…
Go to bed… you crab ass nigga…