Beautiful poem/ that ne'er belittle vet/
Incy Wincy should recite all of his nursery rhymes and 'move' little children/

who f.u.cked u?/who seperate ur cheeks and left ur a.s.s loose/who made u crip even with walkin stick/is i n.i.g.ga..usin a dil.do and a clip/i could c piss buzziling from ur d.i.ck/ur cryin sounds like tonto sings/even giggling fasten ur heart beat/and i did stop...when i heard them talk/neighbors called the cops/said they heard 5naira cough

Your ALUTA script/ shows how you sound weak/
cos ur ish so long . . . . A quick stare and the next thing in mind, is Hausas d.eek!/

hey little smitch/sill ur lips..who u wanna pls with a breath that stinks/by sayin that stereotype about hausas dee.k...nw we knw ur brain's smaller than wat hides in kevin harts boxer/nw hands down feet up...i punish u for ur unnessary stupidity like that man who crossed the road instead of using the flyover/

The commuter dictator/ would be formally killed by this unofficial predator/
Your writtens is like Eedris hit song, Jagajaga . . . . than 'official signatures!'/

Alexpissu: what ur gender? Chiogo see in btw ur legs u gat no hole(pussy)
save this thread a face cos u better of producing hoes

lmao

Sunnyscars: lmao

What's. Funny bout been scarred that u are luao.
Look in the mirror nizzo sorry lucks tough (tough luck).

I'm tough and that immalleable babadinho/ that could go rough and scatter his nose/
the carpenter coulda chose another username . . . . cos him no go fit 'hammer D oh!'/

Nigga sed d lord z hes lyt n salvation,gues hez bin delusional kick d muda4ka in2 oblivion

Oust a native hen/ hope the lady heard/
cos callin' himself chic . makes him a baby bird/

What the hell is wrong with u??. . U rap like a tard/
I would beg u to stop . . . But am laughing too hard!!

A newbie whos yet to master the act of broilin' with vet/ yet you keep toyin' with head/
Your first post on 2 Lines To Diss The Person Above You . . . was rotten cos you ended up spoilin' the thread/

Rhythm nd poetry,real rap best banks on lyricism/caught off-guard?/ nah,a♍ expectin criticism/exactly wat i was anticipatin/knowin dis guys lyk d bk of my palm/WWE in d act,y'all are in 4 a choke slam.

THAT jester too/ complains his desk are full/
Silly questions & murk exams . . . brought to Test'er-fool/

Mr justin slayer, we tired of ur sing-song/quit hip-hop/u tink u're lyrically beasting bt u barely got a symptom/nd by d time ur game is up?,...death wil evn be a life-line/cus i neva knew fools like you stil existed here on nairaland.

His punch won't lift ah toothpick/ wits are bullshit/
we don't think FUZE . . . as a rapper, but manufacturer of tea & fruit drinks/

Sissy flows originating from a hoarse throat that probly needs the sweep of a calm broom/
He brings his barbie ishh at me like he forgot his d&ick in his mum's womb//

Taonga is a dumb clown/ who just came on ground/
I 'fire bullets' to the floor . . . to ensure hes 'shut'down!/

If I quoted Jesus' word's in the bible saying "he loves you" . . . I'd be lying/
The only reason you're your mum's child. . . is coz he couldn't find a better cylinder to hide you in//


(No blasphemy)

Hes gone now/ into a lost town/ with enough frown/
I 'pursue the mallam all the way to South' . . . and make him 'rundown!'/

I laugh hard at opus,wat an insane note?/always on d watch 4 names...cus dats all 5naira quotes/tiny li2 creature,..'Jst anoda baby boss,/why would i "rap"(wrap) you in a jacket wen a♍ puttin on a coat.

I make that tout/ at roundabout gas out/
choke him with Arsenal techniques . . . . till he 'pass out!'/

dj5naira: I make that tout/ at roundabout gas out/
choke him with Arsenal techniques . . . . till he 'pass out!'/

Ok I should be banging the ether/my lyrics smoking hot,5 naira cnt even buy a packet of cigar//

Im strict and with it/ strikin' hit past limit/
ahlegrow won't survive the next hour . . . if I subject him to Beats per minute/

Li2 dj must hav lost his balls cus he's gat none/drop d mic,go suck a dick nd act a soft porn/u tink dis dis is a rap ba2? Well i concur/ok,whr is ur 4kin badge?tel me whr is ur gun?/given a golden chance bt always failed 2 impress/5naira's jst anoda example of a punk in a black soviet dress.

Whos that folly/ who understands not what this cougar told him/
I said ''I kick tales that fly o'er heads'' ...he asks, ''you mean Super Story''/

my lines ar burnin lyk it on a fire,
u rilly dnt wanna battle me cus i nw death aint ur heart desire.

Its the truth I write/ party poopers know the dude cant kick smooth ballad/
cos the night j.mix'ed . . . nobody could eat the fruit salad/

m a boss but much better than rick ross.
while i use my lyrics to make profit this nigga loss

The guy sucks/ all of en 'oga' status 'na wash!'/
so if he feign boss . . . I take him to the cleaners for a car wash/

yo m young,fresh n new dnt drink em cus my lines aint dew.
dis guy is blind folded dat y he nava knw d sky is blue

My action slowly kills/ here's how I punish the golden geese/
Hand him a waterproof nylon filled with his urine, then ask him to 'hold his peace!'/