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02-03-2013, 02:26 PM
Diss Kabob
Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/resin.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Resin'; return true">
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Say what you want..Sudden death shouldn't be needed.
I mean what the fuck..
Did ya'll NOT see how I treated his text?
What you need? Powder to hold your hand, touchin' a Horse thats been beaten to death?
All the real heads bursted out in wicked laughter..
Cause you took a lickin' a nigga with Tourrets wouldn't keep Tickin' after.
Oh you got alot to say? Ok try me..
Your career already hit a 'bigga-low' than Bam Bam in the late 90's.
Sayin I'M a fad at best? Please, amateur..
Your style is cool for one year tops like Themed Calanders.
Where do you get off sayin my head is pint sized? Nice try--
but I'd rather have a small head than Brother Alis right eye.
And dog, that outfit is still not hot, per say..
Be original; you a Timberland Jacket away from being Doc Holiday.
I'mma God like entity. Kabob writes history.
You're style so old it 'Carrie Moss' like Trinity.
Stretchin' ya punches 3 bars cause you packin' em full.
I REALLY ride the beat, you come with that Mechanical bull.
An MC? Naw yous a Llama with no lips..
Cause you got two L's and from what it looks like, you don't spit.
You ain't the mayor of Cypha city,
You second in charge to epideMIC in the "rap name with an emphasized MIC" committee.
Whats my 'impression' of you? Its pointless buddy forfeit...
You put ya 2 cents where ya mouth is........
......and I turned it to a Bloody fortune....
Fuck outta here with them glorified Haikus.
DK-2 Resin-0
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Resin
Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/diss.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Diss Kabob'; return true">
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Beat you when all the votes counted…
Beat you when some of the votes were cut…
Your lucky Sime's on ya nuts, son-son…
This is how u get beat… TWICE…
C'mon, Let's Go
Aiyyo
Maaan, I'll dish it to stay talking…
Nigga so cross-eyed…
He just looked at the street & gotta ticket for jaywalking.
Ya'll know I put fear in this rook
I said "smile if ya straight" & mahfucka gave me a serious look.
^Plus ur like a deer on the road that's stuck deep
And IF you DID smile…
…Some antlers would go well with those buck-teeth…
As luck creeps, your name is laid in on charts
Ugly fuck…
You're pic's the main reason girl's are afraid of the dark.
Bitch, you aint nobody to fuckin rhyme with
In interest of fairness, it must be taxing suckin Sime's dick.
Ur father's a black Mr. Clean, now be shook & disgraced
Cuz your pops'd go bankrupt…
…If he tried wiping that STUPID look on ya face…
Fucka Vakill wannabe, I'll never purchase ya stock
They call u Rudge1… for the number of good verses u dropped.
Far from fame, Paparazzi aint mean to seat you
You'll only get a "Press Release" playing your CD's to people.
Now your grill will disfigure as dealt
When tempers flare, ur gon need urs as a signal for help.
I know why ya pics cut off… ur guts a reckoning
…Punch ya stomach so hard…
…You'll need hurricane force to regain a second wind…
& steroids gave u man tits, that's a flaw guy
Now broads'll give their left arm just to have your bra size.
When my seeds inject & make u dream of sex
I have the heart of a lion…
But it's a tamer pussy than the one between your legs.
Face it, Sime… Rudge is-gay-so-come-to-your-grips
I just made his spirits flounder…
…Then got cooking oil & filleted me some of the shit…
Mahfucka.
Go back home, foo…
Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/resin.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Resin'; return true">
</a>Says:
Say what you want..Sudden death shouldn't be needed.
I mean what the fuck..
Did ya'll NOT see how I treated his text?
What you need? Powder to hold your hand, touchin' a Horse thats been beaten to death?
All the real heads bursted out in wicked laughter..
Cause you took a lickin' a nigga with Tourrets wouldn't keep Tickin' after.
Oh you got alot to say? Ok try me..
Your career already hit a 'bigga-low' than Bam Bam in the late 90's.
Sayin I'M a fad at best? Please, amateur..
Your style is cool for one year tops like Themed Calanders.
Where do you get off sayin my head is pint sized? Nice try--
but I'd rather have a small head than Brother Alis right eye.
And dog, that outfit is still not hot, per say..
Be original; you a Timberland Jacket away from being Doc Holiday.
I'mma God like entity. Kabob writes history.
You're style so old it 'Carrie Moss' like Trinity.
Stretchin' ya punches 3 bars cause you packin' em full.
I REALLY ride the beat, you come with that Mechanical bull.
An MC? Naw yous a Llama with no lips..
Cause you got two L's and from what it looks like, you don't spit.
You ain't the mayor of Cypha city,
You second in charge to epideMIC in the "rap name with an emphasized MIC" committee.
Whats my 'impression' of you? Its pointless buddy forfeit...
You put ya 2 cents where ya mouth is........
......and I turned it to a Bloody fortune....
Fuck outta here with them glorified Haikus.
DK-2 Resin-0
<HR WIDTH="450" ALIGN="LEFT">
Resin
Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/diss.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Diss Kabob'; return true">
</a>Says:
Beat you when all the votes counted…
Beat you when some of the votes were cut…
Your lucky Sime's on ya nuts, son-son…
This is how u get beat… TWICE…
C'mon, Let's Go
Aiyyo
Maaan, I'll dish it to stay talking…
Nigga so cross-eyed…
He just looked at the street & gotta ticket for jaywalking.
Ya'll know I put fear in this rook
I said "smile if ya straight" & mahfucka gave me a serious look.
^Plus ur like a deer on the road that's stuck deep
And IF you DID smile…
…Some antlers would go well with those buck-teeth…
As luck creeps, your name is laid in on charts
Ugly fuck…
You're pic's the main reason girl's are afraid of the dark.
Bitch, you aint nobody to fuckin rhyme with
In interest of fairness, it must be taxing suckin Sime's dick.
Ur father's a black Mr. Clean, now be shook & disgraced
Cuz your pops'd go bankrupt…
…If he tried wiping that STUPID look on ya face…
Fucka Vakill wannabe, I'll never purchase ya stock
They call u Rudge1… for the number of good verses u dropped.
Far from fame, Paparazzi aint mean to seat you
You'll only get a "Press Release" playing your CD's to people.
Now your grill will disfigure as dealt
When tempers flare, ur gon need urs as a signal for help.
I know why ya pics cut off… ur guts a reckoning
…Punch ya stomach so hard…
…You'll need hurricane force to regain a second wind…
& steroids gave u man tits, that's a flaw guy
Now broads'll give their left arm just to have your bra size.
When my seeds inject & make u dream of sex
I have the heart of a lion…
But it's a tamer pussy than the one between your legs.
Face it, Sime… Rudge is-gay-so-come-to-your-grips
I just made his spirits flounder…
…Then got cooking oil & filleted me some of the shit…
Mahfucka.
Go back home, foo…