007Bruce:
this monkey knows nothing/ the dummy is boring/ you can take this to the north , south, or west, you wouldn't offer me something/ but when this lyrical messi takes it to the "left side"... you'll be falling like boateng/

Neva knew "bruce" was dis dumb/
Cuz d "lee I knew" ?...was always fit 2be d king kong/
So Bleep ya moniker...ur shit "sucks/
Like "goshkid gf"...whose. Sufferrin 4frm "cancer of hit knock/

this biter sucks/ he's dry as fûck/ I script shît: sitting on a brick - he calls it writer's block

I know this vet kicks the koko/ to you pet & locals/
u just the bird that flew past, but I'ma "THREAT to you" like Boko/

for thinking he's a threat to us/ I'll maim the dawg...../ have the raging thug bleed to death after "stabbing him in the back" like what a "traitor does"/

Like wedding rings am boxing this nerd/ Nerd? Bleep it..like glo, his stupidity is unlimited!/

Let me be the first to tell/ try improving the words you text/
cos rhyming 'nerd' with 'ted'/ is only showing how worse you get

He's a cow & pathetic/ nothin' u pen now would be creative/
Kanyol so much in debt, guys wey see hin overall “bill bow” like “Athletic!!”/

5naira is prolly wretched/ everybody knows he's bested/
when guys see my 'bill' and 'bow' it means they showing respect!

I strike like a python/ and take lives as a viking/ we're not on same level: you should learn from these lines I'm typing/ cos i'm "on top and over ū " like the hyphen/

Y'all 'll pity the whistler/ after I drown the ninny down the river/
And leave him to die with an open mouth like photos of Timipre Sylva/

I beat, overthrow geezers/ with bars ''ground breaking" like "gold diggers"/

your face looks like a mixture of phlegm, vomit and soaked pizza/
the bîtch is not only ugly, the " ho black " too like " A.madrid goal keeper "/

u forged ma status/ merged ya blunt lines with ma cactus/
Copyin' all my futball styles, till ya charged for malpractice/

sure to finish a retardëd cünt/ once I come hitting with the hardest punch/
I kill for fun - this weakling won't be standing next to the killah if the twït guarded saw/

You're too dumb to be king/ words your mum always sing/
Ya letters should be modelled "scorpion without a tail", cos it doesn't come with the "Sting!!"/

you ne'er get the punch, you slow cünt/ you should ask the master what you know not/
you and your hairstyle have one thing in common... you're both punks/

I'd have this stan reprogrammed/ with blows weighin' than kilograms/
You aint a rapper, ya talk 'bout ma pics proves ur either a stalker or fan of Instagram/

Bruce flows unlimited, 'got immobile scriptures/ with my lyrical sword, i'd decapitate the hostile mister/
and have "a head smiling" like his profile picture

Bruces a forgetful learner @ heart/ and who cares what the daft surfer drafts/
Prolly time u “handled sword” was in “further maths!!”/

I overpower the ninja/ each time I shower him thick bars/
twist your "cervicle" for going "head to head" with me and have your neck "bending to one side " like the tower of pisa!!!/

Leave my pool, faker/ my written shiver fools, haters/
He's not fat with 'em lyrics, all the rhymes he 'Stir, lean' without namin' a 'Liverpool player!'/

I'll strangle the foe/ if he thinks he's outstanding with the flow/
these bars are like a "broken door knob", you can't handle it bro/

You still ma boy Bruce/ i'm the one still holdin' the mac & screws/
Witty words and all u'd "never be able to do", if u was in Rory McIlroy shoes/

I'll have this latin spitter disembered/ for those jargons, fillers he tenders/
I pen facts and come correct, all he "send, errors" not talking about the "aston villa defender"/

i rap and slam and give bruises/
then let kids play round where dead Bruce is

The audience murmur when you spit, your lines they hate/ while mine is hailed/
I'm full of myself... wouldn't mind having your big head for dinner on a license plate!!!

This champion is smokey/ and ready to jack any stallion who's nosy/
Next is to slam him to the floor, but I'll first lift the corper like Italian trophy/

someone tell the coiffeur I go after fakers/ & smoke afro shavers/
the fans say i'm fast and furious, but if they say the barber tough its the monaco player/

I'm closin' his Nollywood chapter/ seen in e'ery section, 'movin' around' like 'Bollywood dancers!'/
007, Bruce? Definitely not a rapper, prolly fan of Hollywood actors/

punches to the spinal/ 'wont stop hurting the rival/
Bruces 'writtens' are highly rated, yours stay 'below' we calling it "subtitles"

Sammcarter:
Like wedding rings am boxing this nerd/
Nerd? Bleep it..like glo, his stupidity is unlimited!/

. Wack,wack nigga u rap like a novice/not a new thing here everyone knows this/ everyone that read ur rhyme's disappionted/caus u spit lazy lines yet u fink ure talented

this rubens not a slayer/ he's just a useless cünt, a faker/
reason imma have him lying dead just after my guns go po po po,gba!!! like its calling the juventus player/

I'm trouncin' in this battle/ hurlin' mountain of tackles/
Slice him “up & down” without “bouncin' in a castle!!”/