Midwest: [06] Adelphi vs [11] Diss Kabob

[trap.]

-Adelphi-:
I speak mind, those weak lines are pretty played to be ready
Make everyone shout “Sheesh Kebob” like Ricki Lake in a Deli
This gay just isn’t steady...he shows up with punches fairly ancient
Last time I saw Kebob, it was being served by a hairy Asian
To be fair it’s blatant, my rhymes are easily fading this kid out
Not sure if the Asian was Defc0n...huh, maybe it was Balth…
...but Kebob is wishing I sleep, and keep missing the heat
You wont make it past round 1 because Diss is/are week

Enough of dissing your weak name...

Lines are rasping fragility, cos I’m distracting you pitifully
And now Ewan shit, like Obi-one’s acting ability
OMG not another alias, the crowd is reacting all bitterly
Not cause you shit, but took the only act of Agilitty’s
You shitty see...though I’m not Mario, a battle’s what you’re after
On no, over his head DK’s holding a barrel...of laughter
I’ve passed ya, least show good and don’t ruin my bout
Now voters have one less ‘dick to face’ unlike you on nights out
I’ve ruined you now, cos skilfulness is missing him first
He thought I’d put a “I don’t need to Diss Kebob” diss in my verse
My hitting him hurts...but Diss is convinced by what he’s got^^
You’ve got such a hunch, you need woks to iron your tops!
I’ll remind you’re not hot, and it’s convincing by my words
Saw lettuce hanging out his ass, and that was the tip of the iceberg
That’s what I heard, seems your ass is needing a good lesson
Cos during my first thought, your life is decreasing by the second

...U ready for round 2 Resin???

-Adelphi-

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Diss Kabob:
Point blank..

You can't beat what you seek to be. You dreamin' 'Phi..
Bitch I'm Kabob, eatin' my words is Greek to me.
My prose is WOW, call me Colin Powell..
Cause I put one in the chamber, give ya ass a look thats cold, then POW.
Ditch the gat plus 'leave Prints' like Sheena Easton,
I peeped ya steez and I STILL don't buy it, like Clear Blue Skies when Breeze re-released it..
I hurt with the brain of a person deranged.
Cousin Larry with the flow, so Perfect its Strange,
while you're a failure, tryna spout sonnets..
But you personify clown college, and those not without knowledge can vouch on this..
This battles like ya stupid ass moved to a town thoughtless,
found a cemetary full of dead poets and built a house on it..
I'm on too steady a path to detour me,
donatin' handjobs to the winners pool cause this battles self-masturbatory.
These ain't my best flows cause you ain't got the threshold.
I'll make this nigga Run like revs nose with a head cold.
You thought you would outshine others..
but ya 'light blew' like QN5 colors, and had more ups and downs than crime numbers.
I'm Doctor Jekyll leavin squadrons heckled..
with an inexplicable and innate vendetta that I gotsta settle.
So when I snap ya back like I Karate chopped a pencil,
the crowd'll show a Vast silence.. like the Oxtramentals.
You never faced top notch skills;
These flush punches leave ya snot box drilled 'on a-cajun' like hot sauce spills.
Rappin' at that lame pace, got Phi's ass gang raped..
And didn't do shit about it but make a Max Payne face.

Uh oh.