RBL Legend: John Dough

[KempoMRK]

Name: Dough Jordan, John Dough
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vs. Island
09-26-2003

I'ma save voters the breakdown since ya been smoked clear/
his verse's content summed up: insert chin joke here_____/
Above's ur chance for another chin diss, think of it quick/
I can't care too much, I provided u with a link to the pic/
and I don't need yours cuz ur considered a limited threat/
posted my pic for u again, saw what good it did citizen x/
there 2 differences between us, u get stamped wit ease/
and 2? I never needed an alias to be champ of the league/
people came online ta check ya verse, u left many bored/
cuz ya dick's like the drug acid and nobodys on it anymore/
get a fresh style, a fresh gimmick, and become new ta people/
everyone knows that in ya field of dreams, i'm the root of evil/
this battle ur sorta like a DJ vinyl, u gettin scratched and cut/
they say u are what u eat, that makes u both ass and butt/
thats whats up, wannabe net thug, let ya hammer tool spray/
I'm one hard act to follow, ur more like a grammar school play/
now I'm hoping u all understand just how this joker's lame/
just pulled so many cards half the rbl could play a poker game/
keep ya pics cuz women love em, I'll pretend at least/
since his Mom, Nana, and all ya aunts got like 10 a piece/

vs. Dsoul
01-23-2004

if laughter's the best medicine, I assure the stage/
that one look at soul's mug and I got the cure for aids/
sure ya daised, ya loss to cane was multiple signs/
I'll predict your verse: 16 forced multiple rhymes/
can't get the same shine, you won't see this lame climb/
D's screen name's pom poms, u shook when its game time/
so ashame I'm wasting bars, ya verse got barely a quote/
battle's the iowa cauces, of course I'ma kerry the vote/
ya mega nemesis, the hk gives the reddist blemishes/
when I load the cartridge like playin sega genesis/
no mercy, gotta leave ya hurt bad, you the worst fag/
if you are what you smoke that'd make you a dirt bag/
listen, you talk how you a hustler in all ya bars, please/
you only pettle because you got no car keys/
still undefeated chump cuz everybody got sonned/
wins against you's a flight jacket, everybody got one/

vs. Nu Sense
01-30-2004

Let's seperate the men from the mice...

The mods lied to me ever saying this chumps trouble/
two wack fucks above me, which one's the stunt double/
we both 4 and 0 but you getting shook and torn/
dont wanna be in ur shoes, u got athlete's foot and corns/
if laughter's the best medicine, I assure the stage/
that one look at Nu's mug and I got the cure for aids/
can't get the same shine, you won't see this lame climb/
nu's screen name's pom poms, u shook when its game time/
no mercy, gotta leave ya hurt bad, you the worst fag/
if you are what you smoke that'd make you a dirt bag/
I'm wonderin which nu's wacker? 2nds worse of course/
mtv boiling points could do a show with a verse of yours/
can't stand it for more than a minute, save this drama/
after this don't call me dough, just call me shift, comma/
I'm just greater than anyone u name, think thats funny?/
if u look like a million bucks its prolly in old Iraq money/

vs. the fakulty
02-14-2004

Quote:
Originally Posted by the fakulty
well I'm not posting first. So I'll need a day extension if u do that

the lady didn't wanna go first on valentine's day, that's a first...

we're both undefeated but ur wins were cheap usually/
so I got your winning streak looking like brief nudity/
we not endorsin you so nobodys signen the check/
know when I say "yes sur" it's not a sign of respect/
its cuz u took his whole image, better fear the spark in me/
stole sur's style so bad u might do a year for larceny/
ur the idol of every geek, my chances never be bleek/
ya verse can't diss me, u've voted for me every week/
check the past unless ya memory tried ta block those parts/
i've proven ya courage is today's date and you got no heart/
no girl on the 14th, really sorry for exposin ya boss/
u like spring training, got trouble hitting & ya closers are soft/

hold on...

vs. Vectore
02-20-2004

I see ya good at flipping concepts, since u dare provoke me.../
gotta say that wasn't a verse above, it was text karioke/
saying shit I said two years ago, u can't erase my dues/
so above ya you'd need a ski lift just to lace my shoes/
Lets be real, the Peeds are ass so you gonna fight with who?/
check ur sig, Ray Charles wouldn't wanna trade site with you/
now close down that link and ask which vet the nicest/
when shit hits the fan u'll prolly get a case of hepatitis/
cuz ur the groupie who gettin rocked ta sleep, u'll wake up slow/
battles ya sway so much u get hate mail from the wake up show/
hault the tactics, gotta admit u gettin served the fast way/
I'm the pick of the litter, u just at the curb on trash day/
plus ur mama's a fiend, askin how I know little man?/
cuz her room got more needles than scribble jam/

take a seat...

vs. X Sample
04-08-2004

I hope u dont come at me with some picture disses, chin jokes, or "dough" name flips...

jay brushed his shoulder off, it never dealt with u/
cuz when u brush yours it's cuz you need selson blue/
now I got ur whole fan club like this vet's hot son/
guns are like wins vs me, no one on the net's got one/
stop all the tough talk, admit u get no love/
inf beams'll have your house lookin like a techno club/
dont worry about your verse, glare at the lines left/
when I say fix ya face it's not repairen ya timex/
u getting gored in two, this win is more than due/
haven't seen a 5 this bad since the retro jordan shoe/
u came horrible in 2003 but still ur new here fam/
got such a ugly mug sales dropped for the rootbeer brand/
ya face is that bad, plus ya girl's a pretty low dame/
she proved double dribble aint just a video game/
its what her mouth do, feel free ta lie see.../
I'm the real sample cuz everyone wanna try me/
u still get made fun of and we choke on this laughter/
call u laffy taffy the way I got jokes on this rapper/
onta ya moms who pussy stinks, I'ma stop the verse/
since even the homeless stay from that box of hers/

stop playin...

vs. I.deal
04-16-2004

http://www. .net/tourney/pba2/tangible.jpg

We all know what this clown looks like but if u need a reminder, just put the addy above together...

pics are worth a thousand words and tho winnen this is lovely../
yours is worth about 40 cuz I ran outta synonyms for ugly/
ur bars are pussy so ur far from causing linear harm/
this kid looks like nick cannon, just with skinnier arms/
I do this for fun but to Tang its clear text is a hustle/
not sure whats weaker, that verse or u flexin ya muscle/
we win at about the same rate but u wack, I'm plain great/
he tried to bite the hand that feeds him, just to gain weight/
edit ur verse like last week, I'll give u one chance more/
Tang slacks so much he could open a chain of pants stores/
now back to ur pic, its about time u get over the lies/
knows he cant see me so he kept that hat over his eyes/
look at the crowd's faces in ur pic, it's bug when/
everyone but u realized ur mic wasn't plugged in/
I'm dope, dont need lies ta make up or fool ya/
evidence wise, I got more links than jacob the jeweler/
thing is Tang's wack, dont gotta doubt the witness/
I got enuff proof to put cuervo and henny outta business/
understand fam that there's nobody sick as me/
and I'll show u a liar if u show me someone who disagree/

someone call this guy a cab...

vs. Elliott Best
04-23-2004

I edited before he edited his in for the critics...

Ur a disgrace, get sliced from ur vitals to your head/
ya records so bad it was left out the title of the thread/
they say victory's suite so this clown should know well/
that Dough takes up the top floor of every hotel/
I'm the net's ben wallace when I stop the next fan/
cuz all I do's pull misses and block the next man/
so ur from harlem? who cares what u pushin me for/
not sure whats more pink, cam or that pussy of yours/
we'll truly see, shells leave u wit a gooey tee/
its funny, all ur verses sound the same like lumidee's/
how u battle so much and lack that many quotes/
this kid lives in NYC and has that many posts/
leave ur crib, when I rhyme every dude respect it/
or I'll give em a cut quicker than cube or cedric/
so save ur clown lines, we know ur past weak/
& if u bring up ideal, u voted for me last week/

it's a rizzy...

vs. Doc Richards
04-30-2004

doc rich gotta battle cuz he got no hands or skills/
he put his best foot forward and kept standin still/
u can't really win, I'll show u how ta properly kill/
times money, an hour of yours is six monopoly bills/
doc ur pussy, the WF squad could hardly tell/
ur resime reads loser and mod of the rbl/
everyone stand back when I say stop speakin clown/
he's so gassed I cut his throat, it made a leakin sound/
yea the records match but ur talents not john's rate/
checked doc's yearbook, he had a laptop as his prom date/
brought it a soundcard, no flowers, ur number's drawn/
bullets are like re-runs, u'll catch em all summer long/
made my moves, ur a rookie while I paid my dues/
this verse came with glowsticks cuz it got rave reviews/
with punches that weak look at ur tense ass.../
fuck verses, ur posts look like a women's self defense class/

vs. Absent Minded
05-21-2004

go rename this battle since u've been stallin away/
here's an idea, why don't you just call it a day/
no beat but my text's a rare joy of music/
HV tied u and he didnt need a steroid ta do it/
that was last week, this aint nearly a flow bout/
this battle's ben wallace hair, clearly a blow out/
ur only opshins ta lose so watch the best star/
half ya verse's forced multis, other's stretched bars/
can't pretend u dope, what u given me is babbage/
ya attitude's mean cuz u the epitomy of average/
thought he was in the lime light and his raps got on/
until he realized he just had his caps lock on/
i've heard u try to rap on the mic, dont waste time/
ur Jordan on the beat, u fadeaway on the baseline/
when I snuff ur eyes you could watch me total.../
the bruises, itll have more rings than the new tmobile/

guess I showed this week...

vs. Vice Versa
05-28-2004

guess i'll do u a solid and meet u half way between ur 10-30 lines

I know all about this guy, nobody needs ta warn me/
he's named orbit cuz his life revolves around storm G/
now check his new alias, another way he sounds.../
is vice versa cuz he likes it the other way around/
if thats over ur head ya lines aren't fire at all/
no dentist, he'll need electricians to wire his jaw/
claim u got some tricks but ur reigns prolly over/
since the only thing u got up ur sleeve is body odor/
white harlem? I know heads from St. Nick ta broadway/
while u look at ur girl and think "How much this broad weigh"?/
guess she's fat, check the mags, I'm the quotable king/
how u got that record and never done a noteable thing?/
ur not a rapper, u got too many singer traits/
this the art of war, orbit brought some finger paints/
I seen ur picture and your gear was just a sad tale/
u should start a clothing line, call the shit tag sale/
thats the vibe I got, honestly he needs a rest/
ur not a gangster, u just got beads of sweat/
I know u dont got much money, just stay amish/
cuz here u've paid the price, after u'll pay hommage/

thanks for coming down...

vs. headless verseman
06-04-2004

I'm expecting a lot of played pic disses and fake personals from u, wanna prove me right?

verseman's washed up, these days ya whole pull is lacking/
ur the worst thing on the net since sandra bullock's acting/
who cares about ur muscles, ya pics just homo proof/
that ur a flash in the pan, I'm more like a photo shoot/
save ur two cents and perhaps the crowd'll cheer em/
cuz opinions are like ya audios, I dont wanna hear em/
I really annoy this guy so he tries to avoid people/
only thing under his skin more than me's steroid needles/
I know ur game pop, ur chances are startin ta wilt/
not ta mention ur neck's still on every carton of milk/
nobody found it yet, ya fake son.../
he the net roy jones, he throws punches but can't take one/
turned on Jerry Springer to learn ur certainly fryed/
cuz headless looks just like the head security guy/
Steve I think it is, u were boring from the first spit/
ya jaw's leaned, u got a grill foreman couldn't work wit/
dont forget ur mom's a fiend, we know dawg/
she takes more bricks to the head than deebo dawg/
I'd say u lost ur edge just as laughter ta use/
but u need something to jump off after u lose/

vs. Necromancer
06-11-2004

marc go edit that picture of me back in ur verse I got yours working...


You seemed shook but were on time wit a battle script/
he's not a marine, he just plays alotta online battle ship/
j-kwon's in the service? I was hopin for a sick battle/
till I found out thats not a mustache, its his lip's shadow/
I heard all marines are given guns well I'll bet son.../
you should roll those sleeves down till you get some/
Dough's vile so please I'll destruct ya style with ease/
that outfits good in battle if u blend in with a pile of leaves/
or maybe paintball, thats it, theres none of this punk left/
its go hard or go home, u should be on ya front steps/
I knew marcus changed alot but it wasn't a slight thing/
till I found he had a dark arm and the other was light skinned/
taken lives lately, here I was hoping ta spare one/
so I'm debatin what line's worse, his closer or hair one/
cuz ya edge up's dumb crooked, u'll take no bout/
call him a broke atm cuz he can't take dough out/
all ur aliases aren't cool either, I'm scorchin this thug/
no points, here u need ta get donated organs and blood/
on his road to success he heard from a car device/
cuz even the on star told Silent he was far from nice/

call him a cab...