Round 1: Prox vs Bobby D

trap. · 02-01-2013, 07:17 PM

Bobby D

Hello mr.vote myself aka I’m so fuckin wack I neeeed 1000000 votes
So anyway…..

voting gets u more votes, so since u think ya swell
I’ma vote for myself and fuckin use the link as well
D’s the dopest right, this kid is weaker so’s his fight
I’ll drown you in a river deeper than E2’s open mics
ur more than a herb p.. so take another step duke
I’ll have u callin for mercy, like when ya French lover left you
so try to resist the fun while my fist will insist ya done
while American idol’s searching where ya stole ya picture from
I know ur fag, exposing ya dick…
In ya ass they found sea-men, Russell Crowe and his ship
prox’ll be buried out to sea, its not nothing now its true
So when ya family dances on ya grave, they’ll fuckin drown with you
Since ya left n’sync u’ve still remained a toffee..
Now for 6 months himself been tryna get ya aim name off me
I know I’m dick at times but I’m never mistaken or….
I jus guess I’m the kind off asshole you get taken for…

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Prox

Bobby D’s too basic to know where the title lies, B
Rhyme scheme so AA I thought I was facin’ Idol Eye-z,
In vital times we separate the weak links from the sturdy few,
like sendin’ home the add-on sixteen from the thirty two,
ya wordy views won’t get u through me smackin ur head
till ya start hawking up boogers from the back of your neck,
can’t spare no time readin’ ya text, man I swear im blind
if RTM said leave the wackness why’d ya bring baron mynd?
Stinky fucks can get they rank up but theres no toppin’ the General,
Watch out, ya might be strainin` my noodle more often than Emeril,
Once I’ve spoke on the set you became more of a joke than a threat
I Play D on the daily and aint` even broken a sweat,
While you soakin’ it wet, damn son these must be growing times
I’ll fuckin’ step up an shine wearing L.A lights clothing lines,
Ya brits should know I’ve been a killa all through history, chap
Runnin’ this hands down, riding gorillas on the victory lap
RHYMIN OUT MY HYMEN NUGGLA

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02-01-2013, 07:17 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,871 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Round 1: Prox vs Bobby D Bobby D Hello mr.vote myself aka I’m so fuckin wack I neeeed 1000000 votes So anyway….. voting gets u more votes, so since u think ya swell I’ma vote for myself and fuckin use the link as well D’s the dopest right, this kid is weaker so’s his fight I’ll drown you in a river deeper than E2’s open mics ur more than a herb p.. so take another step duke I’ll have u callin for mercy, like when ya French lover left you so try to resist the fun while my fist will insist ya done while American idol’s searching where ya stole ya picture from I know ur fag, exposing ya dick… In ya ass they found sea-men, Russell Crowe and his ship prox’ll be buried out to sea, its not nothing now its true So when ya family dances on ya grave, they’ll fuckin drown with you Since ya left n’sync u’ve still remained a toffee.. Now for 6 months himself been tryna get ya aim name off me I know I’m dick at times but I’m never mistaken or…. I jus guess I’m the kind off asshole you get taken for… ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Prox Bobby D’s too basic to know where the title lies, B Rhyme scheme so AA I thought I was facin’ Idol Eye-z, In vital times we separate the weak links from the sturdy few, like sendin’ home the add-on sixteen from the thirty two, ya wordy views won’t get u through me smackin ur head till ya start hawking up boogers from the back of your neck, can’t spare no time readin’ ya text, man I swear im blind if RTM said leave the wackness why’d ya bring baron mynd? Stinky fucks can get they rank up but theres no toppin’ the General, Watch out, ya might be strainin` my noodle more often than Emeril, Once I’ve spoke on the set you became more of a joke than a threat I Play D on the daily and aint` even broken a sweat, While you soakin’ it wet, damn son these must be growing times I’ll fuckin’ step up an shine wearing L.A lights clothing lines, Ya brits should know I’ve been a killa all through history, chap Runnin’ this hands down, riding gorillas on the victory lap RHYMIN OUT MY HYMEN NUGGLA --------------------------------------------------