Look around. . . I made fortunes like Tompolo for shooting towns/
Top Poet? You never made it through proving grounds!/

Your write-up cause no harm, loser/ to us firm shooters/
You don't "come heavy", go get some s.perm booster/

I boast fine rhymes. . . Hold 9s like. . . Snatch your old man's life/
Fool! Hit me up when you can throw nice rhymes!

See this irresponsible gee/ won dey try stop this unstoppable D/
You no get respect abi? E bi like say “bomb dey your head”. . . . Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible III/

Hehe

You've ridden too far, shots knock your engines, I'm shooting mean/
You gon' take a whole drum. . . Bîtch you're losin' steam!

Bruce is in/ to get rid of these clueless twin/ dj5naira, jigsawkillah - bow down your heads..... Its the ruthless king!!!/

You're so old yet keeps on the Noobies talk/
You king? Ask around. . . Everybody be like 'Nay, Kid' like a groupie fûck!

JigsawKillah:
You're so old yet keeps on the Noobies talk/
You king? Ask around. . . Everybody be like 'Nay, Kid' like a groupie fûck!

Waw. Intelligent!

Intelligent? that shìt was wack as fūck/ you must be a chump to praise something as that dumb!/

You wanna be clapped too? Oh! It's sunday. . . That's true/
Keep smilin' as my slugs add more depth to your gap tooth/

If u try mess with me,am gan chop ur head/ Gat an axe on my left and on my right,am using both axis to plot ur death!/

This clown above the lord believed his own hype so much he had to name his sorry ass "jigsawkillah"/

Well the "jig" is up, I "saw" your vagina thru your pants, so now "killah" gets to be renamed "domitilla"/

Diss me?. . .You dont have the liver/ i spit fire to smoke you faggs like cigars/you'll get stabbed with scissors,/ knocked out, lit up and thrown in the air. . . . Happy christmas!!/

Sometimes u bore us corp/ although I like the way u soften rhymes with pure verb/
You're very 'blunt' in ur writeups, a proof 'youre not SHARP!'/

Dz dumb fa..ggit fuming/ Named himself "Dj" lyk he's a boss blasting music/ Fo..ol,quit rap, cuz 5naira wuld only hav value ..to poor market women!/

To the mumu above me...
This here is the heavy weight..and your Kevin is too little to rumble/Gonna be a lot of pain to denzo when my bullets hit his temple/

Though, my comin back shoulda be a wondaful thing, I won't like to beat this bit*h above me( I respect ladies), but won't mind if u let me hit that thing below you.

Dude you so wack..how the fucck do you come up with your gibberish?/

I mean your rap is worse than a scrap from a pile of rubbish/

Violet? Once d mag enter, I'll raid ur home, then ur pop'll cry/ With a grin, I red violet, and blew her with a muzzle high

Pein is insane. . . Hes got no brain its a shame

007 calls himsef bruce.Go check ur sista bruce jenner who jst got her a*s bruised.

Its so sad right, a vampire harlot, tryna giv d pole ah bite/ A sober sight ,he's gon be here cooly stealin lines; that's y he named himself polar bite

Peindanzo ur rap is ageing.Come lie down here make i give meji.U must av taken thaaaaat okorobutu.But am sure at d mention of Polar u don get otutu.

Cant say wack or dope but ya rap lacks composure/ so sick as if it has convulsion/ dont try to reply cos a dose from my potion/ can tilt ya posture.

U can't say wack or dope cos ur brain is malnourish.Who d hell calls himself a prince if he is not childish.Don't try 2 reply cos u knw am God.Go get a seat 2 sit down 2 meditate on my words.

Youre a god?. . . No make this heathen vex/ bruce na genius. . . My rhymes dey cut the mustard like pleasant chefs/ and i dey 'ginger' the fans with my flow. . . So Why wont they call me a 'seasoned vet'?/

I laff yea man u re a genius.But u rap often thru ur anus.I can't bliv u jst called ursef a season vet.Guy rethik cos 007 has a private jet.

Stop swaying asshole/ i slay in battles/ you aint a rapper, go away you tadpole/ cos you couldnt put words together on this board. . . .If you were playing scrabble/

And dis was a rapper who called himsef genius.U can't just get anythng in2 ur skull u rhinoceros.I bet u re feeln lyk a king cos u jst learnt scrabble.Den u mus b blyd if u can't c my words written on NL table.

Im leaving this gay in shambles/ he better find a way to tackle/ 'for i slit his ankle/ cos he couldnt put this 'thread on fire'. . . if he 'lit a candle'/

The goon above me is an utter clown/ I come with boxers style.. A conc fighter/ So one lariat ..I'll give 7 an L ..when I leave him upside down!

diss me properly, nigga. . . youre scared or what?/ my gun so small but the bullets so big. . . .it would tear your gut/ ...Leave your skull with so many holes. . .So you could air your thought/