First Nairaland Acapella Audio Brawl..

Vs Giyazz .....


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Diss ---@Giyazz Gift Iyasara

I hope giyazz is ready to kick..cos I brought the bucket/
Cos out of all motherfuckers....you the motherfuckest/
So someone tell G to embrace his death/ I got snipers on the roof just to maim this elf/
And before this battle and debating ends/ you ll' be conjured to score a "Double" own-goal....like clumsy full-backs ....just to "Brace" Yourself/
And I see this blog as a 'Camp'..when am dropping sick flows/ that ll' murking this foe/
But fake dudes like G never brought "Real" to the "Camp" ....unless its "EL-CLASICO" /
And you ll' be stabbed with bottles.....of Coke,Rum and Fanta/
And with faded bottles....Goldspot and Limca/
you can't last in this match...you made in China .....
So quit acting tough/ cos you gay ain't strong/
You "Chinko" on the 'Field'...... ''Park Ji Sung" /
And my plan is simply.....to delete your parents/ for naming you 'Gift'...fore' I wrap you up like 'Christmas Presents'/
Or Instead of that....I ll' wrap him in food....cornflakes, butter/ then wrap him in 'pads'...now he's 'Always Ultra'/
Or instead...i ll' be kicking this Boy's groin/ then wrap "Gift in leaves''...you d' think he was ''Moi Moi"/
Am an African Magician.......so see me turn a Dog to Minotaur/ Fox to dinosaur/
And you ll'  see me turn Giyazz to "Notebook" ... And he won't be 'brought out'....except by "Canibus" /
My Acronym's G.O.A.T...you know the definition/
Your's is N.F.A...'No Future Ambition'/
And you ain't human.....you a dirty and filthy thing/
You an "Animal with Horns" ....i ll' deck and Pierce your spleen/
And enough is enough...cos am getting rid of this 'Ram' …...like "Eid El Fitri" /
I ll' leave you Ripped with your hands cut/ then 'snap' your neck fast like 'Two minutes Passport'/
And this Hip-Hop game is like a "Garri Meal" ....but G won't be 'on top' If the bbitch was "Groundnut" /
In the 'slaughter house'....i ll' be lighting this Bastard/ if he 'Joe or Yelawolf', he ll' be blighted and blasted/
But its okay if the Bbitch is "Royce" …....cos "5'9" ......is the 'Height' of his Daftness/
So stop rapping...your style is outdated/ and in haste I ll' leave you and your fams mutilated/ damned and cremated/
And you should call me the "Lord Luggard" ......I won't rest till Giyazz and the Grave......have "Amalgamated" /
And this is 'Marvin Records'....where you bruised and jabbed/
I got 'Jazzy' and 'Savage' for the boost and Hype/
So call me "-Prince" .....I got your Mum's Uterus in my "Goody Bag" /
And I ll' treat today like its "February 14''...and have Giyazz Punched and bent/ then "spill his blood on my Goddamn Shirt" /..and wear it proudly to a 'Valentine Event' [/b]…......that's a "Touch of Red" /
You Shameless 'Paedophile'...you ll' be torn and butchered/
I ball in [i] ''Ivy League'' and I ll' punch this mobster/ for claiming he balls in "Ivy" …..when in truth he wankks over "Beyonce's Daughter" /
Plus you got gaps in your teeth for biting lines......
You redundant and wack dunce/ you bite everything ddope with nonsense and Jargons/ in hundreds and thousands/.....
Your name should be "Siyazz" in fact...cos all Biters Rep the "S" ........ "Suarez and Sauron" /

Versus Illness

Am paralysing this Dam/




So watch "Gotham" Mourn....as ill receives....3 knives in his side/
If ill's "Ra's Al Ghul" ....I ll' hastily smite..this knight from behind/
But since he's "Bruce Wayne" ....I ll' blight the wimp's sight/...by stabbing his eyes/
So in literary terms....you ll' find ill in 'Arkham' .... As Blind as a 'Bat'!! /

I panel beat ill's rear..and crack this imp with files/ as soon as my pen....pad and ink ignites/
But before ill's chin...and my sharp fists unite/
He best grab some 'bulbs' ...and the Kitchen 'Lamp' /..then flee for his life/at the Speed of "Light'' !!/

This Pygmy is scared/ Cos the first few blows....got his Kidney Impaired/ and if ill's mouth run....i ll' ram his dentals...when am shooting the twerp/ and to quicken his death/
I ll' use his ripped teeth 'gum' .....like that 'Top Bond' .....to 'Sticky the thread' !/

And if ill tops school....
As the chap with sleek grades/ I ll' brand him ''Tony'' ...then slash the cheap fake/
or let 'Iron Man" beams....boomerang the cheese cake/
Till the Semester's done...then i make ill graduate.....As a ''Stark'' illiterate!! /

And to his "Newly Built Home'' ....i  come storming with thugs/ and arsonists too....so while am Gunning the ccunt/ they ll' be "burning his porch"/
Then i ll' pick my phone....and force ill to tweet..... ''#House Warming on Point''!! /

With a Slim Shady theme....

I contort this rude pest/ and  gun the Noob here/
make him dig the grave....of 'Eminem's friend' ....fore' i stab the Crude Queer/
and place the corpse he dug...on the ffucking Crook's chest/
then I ll' shoot' ill.....while the Fagg still strapped.... to that ''Bullet "Proof" Vest''!! /

If I find this creep loathing/ I ll' turn ill to a "Lamb" ....then bring like 6 Rogues in/ that ll' rip his 'dermis'...and leave the kid groaning/
"Then i ll' wear his skin" ...so you know the meaning.... "Of Wolves in Sheep clothing"! /

This Retardd  is wobbly/ I leave scars on his forelimbs/ and have the braggart falling/
When I make ill a Saint ……a Sinner and Goblin /...so killing ill....is like killing the Good .... the bad and the Ugly !!!/

If this bbitch aquatic...he ll' be punched in his both fins/ hacked first by Sharks....fore' i come with the Dolphins/ and if am Hungry for Something/
I ll' put this "Titus in Cigar"....then Chop ill as ''Smoked Fish''!! /

If this dumb brat tempt me/ i ll' glue his feet to the roof...then turn round gently/..to stitch his hands to the wall...with his torn arm, bent knees/ and i ll' put an end...to this Redundant Person/..
when i pin his "Palms to the floor" ....like "Jesus Christ" .....at the "Triumphant Entry" !!/

I pound this fool's chest/ so you ll' find the dude dead/ and ill will be a changed man ...cos when I mount this cruel techs/
You ll' see "ill" change his Moniker..... to "Am Now in Good Health"!! /

Versus Mikuz ....

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In this 'Garden' we sparring...I ll' torch this Weakling's Limbs/
Bury Mik in the 'middle'....'like the Forbidden Tree'/
and have this Feeble kitten/Harnessed & 'Silenced'....like 'T in Tsunami'/
If this 'Joker' teases....
Don't you laugh or Chuckle/
Cos Mik's  "Dying "Serious" -....He's Harry Porter's Uncle !/

My fists Omnipresent …once they graze Mikuz head/ they ll' leave his brains Everywhere !!/
This "Pumpkin" Faced turd.....will be slapped, whipped, tortured/
His "Mango Shaped Skull"...would be Bashed with Four Four /
Mik's Entire Scheme...would be "Dwarfed with 'Fruits'...-- "Aki and Paw-Paw" !!/

Am Mik's Rabbi and Mentor/
He's my fanatical "Stan"...like the "Marvel" Inventor"/
But he never improved....and his words are aimless/
Mik couldn't "Awe Fans"...."though he lost both Parents"/
Plus he's ancient and fading.....his Career is failing.....I ll' let Mayans impale him/
Cos Mikuz life....is an English Sentence-....by Patience Ebele !/

Mik's on Garri Diet...he's dried up and lean/
Poverty's 'the Monalisa'...and its 'smiling' at Kim/
While I was in Capitol ….Eating Fluffy cakes/ with Honey,grapes/ 
Mik found it hard to Feed ....- He played the 'The Hunger Games' !/

Mik's a halfwitted barbarian/
Like Conk Smokers....he's Liable to Die "Young" .....- "Norbert and Gloria" /!!
Plus Coog FFucked Kim...and all people witnessed/
Coog "Came on the facials"...of this Crippled Midget/
If you see "White Stains on Mik's Face"...--It ain't "Pimple Treatment"!!/

My Clips would crack his Spine/
Mik ain't "Multi-talented" ...if he's "3-Syllabic Rhymes" /
So Hide his daft bleak written/
Or my helicopter blades...will slash this kitten/
No Ribery or Lampard ..but when I yarn you quickly/ that Mik is a Dead-Meat....am just 'Frankly Speaking"! /

Am not Ranting or bluffing... or sarcastically talking/
When I say like "Olympus"...- Mik has Drastically "Fallen"!/
His Cerebrum ain't working....and he's known for Baloney/
His scripts are bollocks...They come Bony and lamely/
Mik's got nothing in his head.... but plenty on his head .....-- He's Marounne Fellaini !!/



Mik's also a Biter...
He stole my Rap style and yours/
Studied Ibi's pattern....and jacked it at once /
"We see Prekky in Kim"...i should  smack Mikuz Jaws/
"We see Kr0ne in Kim"...I should blast Mikuz balls/
We even see "Sid" in Kim ....Like An "Agbalumo" !!/


Mik's a Commercial "LovePeddler"...He's no `Dope grown folk/
Even "Santa Claus" would say"...-- "He's a Ho,Ho,Ho"!/
He's disgrace to Rap....In Rage i ll'  slit the arms/ of the pale wrinkled Dam/
Mik made no Hip-Hop.... he just raised Hip up ...- Etighi Dance   !!!/

Mik's the result of leaked Cum/
He `Raped a Pregnant Girl ...and claimed he had a `party !/
His dentals will be damaged...with Cold Stones and  hatchets/
If Mik tightens his Lips...He ll" be Blown in 5 secs/
8 shots will open Mik's teeth...-- like Close-Up Adverts!!/

Cross the bounds and limits/
It won't take "Hours"...For  i ll' surround this Midget/
And Like "Secretaries of meetings" ....he ll' be taken him down in "Minutes" !!/
Am Oliver Queen ...I ll' have this haggard Brat/ hanged in Calabar/
Then i ll'  put An Arrow ...into Mikuz Head...- Aang the Avatar!! /


Mik is extinguished....Finished and diminished/
If the nit wit's insisting/ in vomiting his gibberish/
My Jagged harpoons...will Clamp his stale lungs /
4 Forks and Rods....will Hack his frail Chords /
And with massive Chain-Saws/
I ll' Drill "12 holes" in Mik .... "Like the Ayo-Game-Board !!/


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2014 Nairaland cypher verse


DarkRebel a.k.a Shawarma

Am donning a trench coat....
A fine dry-cleaned Pant/ a dark Satin and/ a black Viking Hat/
My Fashion is proof....am extremely Carnage/
An Angered Godzilla....a beast on rampage/ that ll' quote a Native...Nigerian Adage/ and win crowds with my Pidgin...or the Zyrian Language/
I ll' give Baraka your coccyx....to have your Spine Removed/
While I play 'Eric Harris'...and Columbine your Schools/
With some jagged ass tools/...a heckler koch...and two Carbine Rifles/
Then i ll' ship you to Jews...and contempted Gentiles/
Satanic and evil...are terms in my credentials/
And my Bio's encrypted.....on Page Ten of the X-Files/
So open and scan....and read it in the Sun-Set/
You ll' find me shocking...like Maheeda in a Convent/
and i ll' be consciously spewing....these words of wisdom/
Cos i was born in a manger...and there was lot of boredom/ till the three wise men....brought glocks from London/ and presented me gold....a jar of myrrh...and a Box of Condoms/
So Obviously...am a Sinner,Yes/
i toured "Adeboye's Church" .....to "Redeem" myself/
But am still demonic....and a didactic leader/ that's never nervous....am not frantic either/ and i ll' brang the ether/ till your vocal cord...is hacked and withered/
Fore' i spill your guts...in my frigging "Closet" ....like "Harpic" Nigga!!/
Am Allosaurus too....and you ll' be ruffled with blades/
Including your Christians...cos am dropping grenades/ in their godly crusades/
Am in fact "Jim Jones"....and the gospel i preach....is of 'Purple Kool Aid'/
And when i  sight a spinster....that's singing a sad tune/
I ll' 'propose to her'...with the 'Rings' of Saturn/
And during copulation....she ll' be ffucked amidst cries/ till I cum on her thighs/
Then she ll' blow my 'conch' ....like ''Skinny Little Ralph''....in 'Lord of the Flies' /
And your Chick's Uterus?....is yesterday's news/
Cos I smoked her hole....and got so [I
i] "high" [/i]....like Denrele's Shoes /
I ll' impair your genetics....by treating your Helix/ like it's guitar strings....Am Jimi Hendrix/
And my wild witty written...is reason you breathing/
Plus i don't need a "Vowel" ....to give you the "RHYTHM" /
And A single Metaphor ...will have you shrieking and panting/..trembling and gasping...and screaming like Banshees/
Call me 'Percy Jackson'...for my skills are frightening/
If i grab Zeus scabbard....'its to steal his lightening'/
And it on your navels....that my rockets will land on/
While am deciphering codes...like Robert Langdon/
That ll' leave you puppets...and wimps dumbfounded/ and have your thoughts racing....like 'Midtown Madness'/
So brand me "Steve Jobs" ....know my lines are ample/ and if you dare Covet...you ll' be damned and tackled/
When i glue my ''Phone'' .....to your ''Cousin's lungs''....that's an "Adam's Apple" /
And for boasting of ''watts''...i ll' select "insulators"/ and have you crawling....or trekking to bus-stops/
Fore' I "hang you on Danfo" ....that's an "Electric Conductor" /
And stop claiming you street....you a stagnant leper/ you ain't tough or thug...you redundant fella/
And you ain't a ''Dawg" .... "you only watch sheeps in Berlin" ..... "A German Shepherd" !/
And if you 'animation'....you ll' be clubbed, flogged and bruised/
Cos like "Hentai Porn"....you a "FFucked up Cartoon"/
And am Tarzan with Hoes...cos am swinging on Broads/
ve' Mastered ''Pointillism''...am King of the 'Dot' /
And my team's prolific...nobody can best us/
If you sleek....we are sleeker.... You better don't vex us/
And if you sick....we are ''Sicker" .... "No Mother Confessor" !/
And for tryna ball like Pele/ I ll' put your "Ass" in your "Stomach" ....like 'OMAWUNMI' .....that's a "BOTTOM BELLE" /
And you can call me  'Monkey'....or a hopeless Bozo/
But know my "Brain's Huge"....''Am Mojo JoJo"/
And deeply rooted in me...are great unused Powers/
If I was "Mary Slessor" ....i ll' save the "Twin Towers" /
Or instead of that...i ll' hire goons/ to batter you/
Am the type to cure Cancer....with Baba Blue/
And in your windpipe...i ll' thrust rusty stilettos/
i got fresh "Peppers''...but like 'Movie reviews'.....you eat "Rotten Tomatoes''/
Don't bother to query....of course am banging/ i ran tracks with a Wolf...and came out smashing/
I even ran "tracks" with a "Savage" ....like "PatoRanking" /
And i ll' munch these ovaries...with nice eggs and bread/
And when Adversaries lead...i ll' use my strength and stealth/ to cop "Grand Pa's bulb"....now am ''Light" years Ahead"/
With a jersey on my back....your death will be hollow/
Cos am a deadly 'Super Striker'....like "Shegs Okoro"/
Am Emperor Nero...and you a ugly  Buffalo/
I even banged a princess...and bust the Queen's anal/
But if you bragging....that you straffing the "Queen" ....you must be ffucking "Green Arrow" /
Am an Alpha predator...you a cub in the game/ and am called Michael...by my lovers and dames/
Ask "Mariah Carey" ...she ll' tell you
Shawarma...is my ffucking "Nick-Name" /
You ll' be crushed and rough handled/ cuffed and in shackles/
And like "Christ at 12"...the bullet I ll" shoot...will be "Lost in your Temple"/
I despise Mankind..i want it destroyed and blown off/ I hate YOU,YOU,YOU..i want your guts in my doughnut/
I hate every "tom, dick and Harry"/...especially "Harry" /....so call me "Voldemort" !!/

Nice diary here, Poet.
Ayamlaykorn

Freestyle


Michael's hiking the moons.....at ferocious speed/ So Gloriously/ with loafers on feet/
And am over your beef/...While you frightened by bats...I killed Boars with ease/
Am Keeping it Dual...cos am Roman and Greek/
And like 'Jason' i seek....what's 'Golden and Fleece'/
I perished,resurrected...none is doper than me/ but you toddlers are weak/
With your cranky' Dead Talk'....like a 'Coroner's Speech'/
My Cultural values...never blown to the wind/
Though the Bloke's Westernized.... I still glow in the East/
Mr Donnie Yen...cos am throwing back-flips/
Mr Mystic River ...cos am Flowing like this/
Could Wage wars with Sorcery....but am holding my 'Peace'
Like Subdued Urine .....while loading the clips/
But if the freaks doubt the tricks....i ll' roll up my sleeves/
My 'Expecto Patronum'...will leave holes in their limbs/
A sleight of hand confirmed....Am mean and Carnage/
But you in 'Vegetative State'...i ll' slit this Cabbage/
And you weakened bandits/ should have hid in the garbage/
But since you gambits....are in my carriage/ so sing and gyrate/
Or i ll' get you banished....anguished and Barren ………like 'Ibime's Marriage !/
No Offspring yet....though he's mating all night/
Cos Ibime ain't Potent...he's a Castrated Dyke/
And was sighted in London....almost taking his life/ with a Bakery Knife/
Till i told him i'd help...in impregnating his wife ! /
This unjust Paramecium/ will cause Pandemonium/
When I bruise this fella....and Poison him/
Then use Flagella...in Flogging Bis/
Then my Poly Studs ....will stone and club....this Uni-Cellular Organism
Cos Ibime's a rodent...and a wretched Nigerian/
With a Spouse that flirts...and sexed the Librarian/
The Gardener, the Chef...she's the Biatch of the Area/
And she regrets wedding...this infected Barbarian/
Cos he can't perform on Bed....he's an impotent Amphibian/
So Bis can't be 'Father ...... "like an Expelled Seminarian" !
Am that Serial Killer...that ll' murder these wimps/ and blow them to bits/
While clamping the wrists....with Shoulders and Ribs/ of Cooger and Bis/
Rebel's stopping their Shine ……… like a Solar Eclipse /
Send a Message to Bruce...- that I own a Ratchet/
And my arsonists will soon...blaze his Home and Assets/
While am dispatching...his bones with Machetes/ and he's being strangulated....with his Clothes and Blankets/
007 is done...the bloke is past tense/ and i ll' Close his Casket/
Then Toss it to the Nile .... like Moses Basket !/
Teddbiyasi, Krine....are the FFags Competing/ to snatch my throne...they ll' be Fractured, Eaten/
If they escape my stomach...they ll' be Recaptured Swiftly/
Then I ll' use Brass or Axe...to have their round skulls bleeding/
Or " Acapella their Chests …...till their Hearts stops Beating !! /
If Biyasi's Bitching...she ll' be preyed on like Food/
She ll' be no 'Silverbird'...if she Dating 'Ben Bruce'/
She gave me brains in my Crib …… you could say am 'Home-Schooled' /
Kslib raps with Passion ……but bores this meeting/ with his disgusting Written/
How is he Jesus?...yet 'Double-Crossed' and beaten/
Nothing's 'Christ-like' bout Slib...though he's called Mel Gibson /
My Alma Mater...got me Picking the Dagger/ to alter and batter...the Team mar ya Master/
Cos Mikuzz's a bastard...he's tender and bitchy/
He's not made for the Art...he's a dismembered Da-Vinci/
He forces Puns and Plays …....while am Deadlier and vicious / and i ll' bury Mik...have him interred with his bbitches/
But can Someone tell this Mistress/.... that a "Good Name"...is better than Riches / !!!!
And Can Ema prince..be battling the Darkness?/
When like Harlots VVaginas...he's lacking the tightness/
And his Mets are always...as Flat as his Apartment !/
He ll' have a broken neck...if he's misleading the mass or/ is plotting to conquer....and defeating my status/
Emaprince verses are basic..he should be slitted and quashed once/
'Though he Scripts on Roofs' ...-.We ain't feeling his Write-Ups !!/ And Guyykhena is a gay..with rusty Anus/
He Craves for Rods in his Sphincters...and loves the Mayor/
He's a Crinkled ''Pusssy''...and a Slut in Lagos/
Only things that Pleasures him....is 'Cunilingus'/
Fuckyoouhard is a WWanker...a RRetard and imp/
He's Always wwanking..over Richard and Chris/ including Ted... Chrisantus and Kim/
He ll' be mishandled and Skinned/
Even on Christmas....only gifts he receives.....are Brand New Vaselines !!/
All the Glads in your household/
Should Bow for this Mafia...that stands for the Ghetto/ with a grand manifesto/
Am a "devillish Jabbawockeez"....'Masked and Evil'/
Carbon-date my hairs...every strand's been hollow/
I ll' drag your dome to Rome with a Rope....then disband this fellows/
Then place your heads...in the "middle of Italy"....-like Andrea Pirlo/ !!

lol, this is ur diary, are u tryna archive it ?

04kaa:
lol, this is ur diary, are u tryna archive it ?

yup ....

Darkrebel666:


yup ....

kool

pre-battle verse against teddybiyas

Teddybiyas's Wake Keep

Scribbled real quick ....

•
Am Maria Sharapova...I'll crack Ted with Rackets/
Shape shift to 'J-Martins'....and trap her in 'Brackets'/
Store her cranium in 'Nylon'...when i scratch her neck/
Or drop it in 'Poly'bag …… 'like Yaba Tech' !/
My bullets are Teachers... Cos they School this Rookie/ and sstupid PPussy`/
By 'unlocking her brain'..like the Movie 'Lucy' !/
If Ted steps to this...I'll pick up the pistol/
Blast off her Sandals...bleed her with fierce tools/
And Leave her 'Bare-footed' ....cos I keep it 'Celestial' /
I'll leave this shyster deceased/
"Give me her pounds of flesh"...cos am 'Shylock' with scripts/
If she craves for siesta...I'll hijack this Donkey/
And like Charlie Boy...she'll nap in the Coffin/
Dark is Aliko....Ted's a beggar on street/
Call her icekidd verses..- She's never complete/
If she swimming like Nemo...I'll barge in with cannibals/
Leave her extirpated.... Cos this Raggity Animal/ would be marred and 'Fished out'....like the 'Argungu Festival'/
'Oceanic' Grave for Ted...cos when I shoot this nigga/ and bleed her chords....with boots and slippers/
You'll find her body 'near Rivers' -.. like 'Osun Worshippers' /
Ted's a broke asss` bbitch`....she's cursed and suffering/
Am a neat rich kid....and if she comes for money/
I'll put 'the papers on her head' ....like a 'Vendor Hawking' /
I got this hamster scared/
Ted won't still 'Shine'...if she's 'Anelka's Head'/
'No Long process'....I'll get the imp clamped and punctured/
or split her with gunshots/
then grab 'Midgets and Scissors' ....and kill her with 'Shortcuts' /
If she Condoleeza 'Rice' ...I'll bring fiends and troops/
And put the glock on her... 'like its Red Hot Stew' /
Academically too...she's slow and daft/
Ted's called 'Samurai'...cos she don't know 'Jack'/
See me choking this tout/
Gagging her with Mouka ...make her foam in the mouth/
'She got mind of her own?' ....I'll
Torture her on "Twitter"...till she 'Follows the Crowd' !/
This Tattered Bastard/ is a 'religious' puppet..and if she acts unmannered/ or 'meddle in politics' ...I'll Hack and Slap her/
Then Blast her on Media...like 'Father Mbaka' !/
Like 'Tony Stark' ...I got this Orphan Dying/
Slashed her Corpse... and had it 'Covered in 'Iron'
Am a 'Yoruba' Merchant...I'll have this aging actress/ brutally wounded...by my raging archers/
Then have her Soul for my 'Shoe' ...call that Trade by 'Bata' !/
And for being a Dam....I'll have her blown in secs/
Take her to Kuvuki land ...and have her Bones Interred !! /

Vs Liimerick

DarkkRebel:
This is a Narration meant for Mrs Otuepe
Mrs Otuepe is the Mother of Fortune Otuepe (a.k.a Limerick)
Let's do something different this time Read carefully….


Leggo!










Informal letter to Mrs.Otuepe

No 47,Cemetery street,
Off Mortuary Bus-stop,
Lagos.
5th February, 2015.

Dear Madam ,

• I doused your son with poison...like Vipers and Snakes/ Cos Lime’s a biter and gay/ It was a 'Cyber-Affair'....cos when I hammered his face/ they did a 'Cyber-Forensic'...on the stammering fake/ fore' they hanged him on Stake/ and had him lying in state/ and guess what Ma....They even buried your Son.......in a 'Cyber-Cafe' ! /

• And when he teased about Ted...like its a sarcastic matter/I Shattered the bastard/ and halfed the barbaric Rapper/ by creating 'threads' ...where he was badly battered/ and all the 'threads' your son died....always made the ‘Front Page’ ...- ‘LALASTICLALA’ !! !!/

•But when your Son..…started yapping his nonsense/ in his raggity accent/ I had him thrown to 'Werewolves' ...after disbanding him with machetes/ But he wasn't close enough...so I carried the daft pet / and brought him 'Closer to the 'Wolves' ...like he ‘Stiles Stilinski’ ...or ‘Allison Argent’ !!/

•Though Fortune studied English ....but when I wrapped him in plastic/ it was drastic and tragic/ a blast to his torso...got him ranting in Spanish / he even begged me in 'Swahili' ....but when I stabbed him with glasses/ We all heard Lime...started ‘speaking more Latin’ ....than ‘Catholic Masses’ !!/

(I got questions for you Ma)
• Are you a Jungle 'Monkey' ?....or a female Chinchilla?/ Is Lime's Dad a baboon ...an Ape or a Mister?/ Cos Lime acted like 'Chimps'...when I gave him a pizza/ with cake and Vanilla/ and even Online.....We never named him a geezer/ ..We called him 'Tarzan' instead...Cos literally he looks…..like he was 'raised by Gorillas' !!/

•And when Slib met your son...he suffered the maggot/and stoned the Pauper in Lagos/ Slib’s boulders and gladius/sent your son to Asia...and had him thrown with the camphor/ Slib Dragged him to 'Europe' ..while your Shameless son..was busy drooling with Mucus/... And After lifting Lime....Slib made him 'Land in America' ....- 'Christopher Columbus' !! /

• That act left him shaken...victimized and deflated/ So I ''Tore Lime's garments'' ...when with knives I invaded/ ''Ripped his Fabric and Clothes'' ….and left Lime cremated/ 'Stripped him of his Robes' .....and got the ffag mutilated/ then shoved an ''Apple' in his throat .....cos your moronic son.....didn't 'realize he was NNaked' !!/

• I’m Known to date hot 'Models' ...Cos I’m tight with my swag/ Chicks craving for my dick...and my pipe in their ass/But Your Sex-starved son...was always skyping with ffags/ Lime couldn’t approach dames…and was never banging a lass/ or straffing a hag/ and the only time your son.... 'got to be with a 'Model' ....was in 'Life Drawing Class' !!/

•I spat 'Indigenous 'wordies'…and my imagery’s horror/My 'Hausa 'homophones'…were like switchblades and four-four/ I even did 'Ibo 'Puns'….that got him erased and tortured/ cos I'm depraved and monstrous/ But Lime never did one…. he couldn’t go Native and lacked sauce / So If Lime ever told you…..that he did ‘Yoruba 'Plays’ …..he must be 'Jide Kosoko' ! !/

•This how I murdered your son……and chopped his head in a second/ and this letter’s intended…to get you in depression/ Cos I’m coming for you Ma….to get you drenched with a weapon/ and wrecked with aggression/ Expect me on 'February 14',….Cos I’ll bring Techs to your Mansion/ So your bloody demise …..is 'only 9 days away'……like the 'General Elections' !! /


Yours Faithfully,
DarkRebel.









The picture he looked like he's from the clan of gorillas

I must say Darkrebel666, I love the way your mind works.

joseph1832:
I must say Darkrebel666, I love the way your mind works.

Lol, in what way?

Darkrebel666:


Lol, in what way?

In your flows....

joseph1832:
In your flows....

thanks man

VS BARS



Don't tell me Bars ain't daft..................................




• Cos i know the Pauper is dull/ if i get him covered in mud/ none would be bothered at all/ but I'd rather raid his cottage.....hang his Pops on the wall/ and slam his Mom on the floor/ 'Hit his Sister with rods' ..till she coughing out blood/ and i ain't gon' stop...till i murder the wwhore/ I'll just keep 'hitting his sis'....that you'd almost think.....i was his 'brother-in-law' ! /

• I'll start an erratic attack/ show up at his funeral...with them ratchets and mags/ If i sight his Mom wailing...I'll use a hatchet or axe...to dissect her calf....and leave her battered and cracked/ and my weapons like 'Utomi'....cos they'll console the bbitch...with a 'Pat' on her back !/

•If he runs to 'Venezuela' .....I'll bonk the kiddo with a boulder/ so keep his ego in a folder/ or 'South America' will mourn.....when the imp's thrown in a coma/ and after I club him in Brazil.....or the Peruvian border/ it would be no film...when i 'shoot him in Mexico'........- 'Diego and Paloma'!

• We could spar on 'bad roads'.....but I'll be bruising the numb bloke/ I got Onga and salt.....with some juicy mangoes/ cos its dinner time for me....for i got uzi on his torn throat/and after shooting the dumb foe/ I'll hire an Asian Chef ..to chop him in bits....... then 'Cook' him in 'Pot'holes' !/

•My 'Dirty Rifle' ...will blur this thug on the street/ and spill his blood on my feet/ but it pays to be 'hygienic'...'so I'll wash the 'glock' till its neat' /and also get my 'Mac' Clean'.....cos when i trigger the sshit.....they gon' 'brush off his teeth' !/

•If i got 'coins to save'.....then I'm invading his Fam/ cos this stinking 'swine'...hails from a filthy clan/ i ain't gon murk this 'pork'.....but glaze and slit his hands/ drill a hole in his skull...and use his condemned physique...as a 'Piggy' bank !! /

•Bars is a Pako breed.....he owns no jet or Ferrari/ he's poverty's Bride....and since birth,they've been married/He loves his 'Groundnut and Sugar'......and he ate no sleek candy/ cos like Coogar's ghost...this nigga so poor.....and he reps the 'Team 'Garri' !/

•I'll bring gats to his school...to smack the mutant/ till the brat is toothless/ but if he acts imprudent/ I'll contort his head and legs.....cos I'm brash and ruthless/ But it's gon' be real fatal....cos when i grab this rodent/ I'll wreck and deck....then 'stretch his neck'.....'like Giraffing students' !/


•Bars lacking the Entredres....cos he's failed and redundant/ i should throw him in a pool...of snakes and the cobras/ cos He never spat Puns....but if this frail midget told ya/ that he dropped 'homo' 'phones'...then this rapist and fella..must be a 'gay' with the 'Nokias' !!/

• This battle is done....I've had this challenger burnt/ and i have ripped out his thumbs....and his dental gums/ But if he 'acts noisily'....i"ll start denting this bum/ then 'quieten' the frog....with my 'Silencer' gun ! /

TBH..Darkrebel u be Agba... been feeling you since day one #DOPE#

K.O.P verse

Title: Coming back home




may seem enigmatic..... But I feel moistened and
rimmed/ rotten and bleeped/ while I'm voicing this
hymn/ but still toss me that Ink/ to Pen this Scorpio
verse....to leave Poisonous stings/
I'll put my heart on a tape....and my engine's the
stage/ for telling this tale/ so get this 'acidic'
played...
on the 'MTV BASE'/
Back in 2008, when I ain't emptied the rage/ was
still
frenzied and crazed/ packed some clothes in a
box...and was getting away/ Sister blocking the
gate.... Mama begged me to stay/ Liquid dripping
her
eyes......as she stared in my face/ but fore' she
hugged me and wailed....and blessed me or prayed/
my youthful exuberance....had led me astray/
Hit the road with my goons....and we spoke our
lingua
franca/ as we drove through the summer/ and rode
in
the madza/ chewing ecstasy pills...as we smoked
marijuana/
Doing 90 on the freeway...we delightedly insane/
with
no anxiety or pain/ and we weren't frightened or
afraid/ to sniff the white powder..now we high on
cocaine/ that sshit spiked up our strength/ and
soon
we kerb-crawling...once we sighted a dame/
Sharon
was her name....I touched her bom bom first/ tore
her
dumb Sun dress/ rubbed her awesome bosoms/
and
had my boredom swept/ with her broom-like
ccunt....it's like bon bon, yes/ but my hands still
stretched.... to where the Condom's kept/
She was a dutiful lover/ sucked my juicy banana/
I even had Shtup with the Scrubber.....after
removing
the rubber/
Toured Red light areas...ffucked every ho with my
thing/ and got blows every min/ It was the
'Sweetest
Taboo'...with no Sarcarrine/ That's like Sade
Adu ....was a beast and young lad/ ...testerone
high...never sleep or slumber/ and never even
stopped...to think or ponder/ If Perversity was
lumps...they surely were on me....like a Sea
Cucumber/ (and then it hit me)
The waywardness must end...The corruption as a
whole/ self mortification was my goal/ Purification
of
my bones/ and emunction of my soul/
Ate that
Pepperoni Pizza.... as I stepped into the kitchen/
soaked in sweat..though the temp was freezing/
then
I paused to listen...took a sec to reason....then I was
reminiscing/ smiling and thinking....of them seasons
we were feasting/
But it ain't about my crew...or the boys or my
clique/
it ain't about Sharon...or how my ccock slammed
her
clit/ or how we ffucked happily/ but its about my
home...my beloved Family/
I miss Ann a and Jake/ miss my Uncle's
jokes..Susanna and Faith/ I miss Demi and
Kelly...Charlie and Kate/ I miss my Gardener
too...the
Butler and maid/ I missed mama's complaints/ with
Papa's Slaps...and Grandma's Pan Cakes/
I miss the bustling and bubbling/ the buzzing and
taunting/ I missed spending holidays....with my
troublesome cousins/
I recall Demisha...when she 6 or like 10/
She had a really big head/ and used to pee on the
bed/ then She'd wake up very early...and hurried
really slow/ to change her pyjamas....so Nobody
would know/ we played pranks on sands...was
never
bored I swear/ Boju Boju...in the mud and dirt/and If
we didn't 'Bathe'...it wasn't a cause to fear/ ...cos
our
Parents 'Showered' us....with Love and Care/
I feel like a subberdegullion...a wet dyke and a
bbitch / I feel horribly shamed....with these lines that
I
speak/ and this life that I picked/ But I'm no
Dentiloquent.....ain't gon' lie through my teeth/
I just need to belch...take a deep breath/ Polish my
faded sneaks.....and take a bold step/
Bolt to the park...board a cab....While holding mum's
pictures/ Look at it...shed a tear...sob then i kiss it/
I'm like "P.diddy" now....and "I'm Coming Home"
Bbitches ! /

Versus Mikuz ....

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In this 'Garden' we sparring...I ll' torch this Weakling's Limbs/
Bury Mik in the 'middle'....'like the Forbidden Tree'/
and have this Feeble kitten/Harnessed & 'Silenced'....like 'T in Tsunami'/
If this 'Joker' teases....
Don't you laugh or Chuckle/
Cos Mik's  "Dying "Serious" -....He's Harry Porter's Uncle !/

My fists Omnipresent …once they graze Mikuz head/ they ll' leave his brains Everywhere !!/
This "Pumpkin" Faced turd.....will be slapped, whipped, tortured/
His "Mango Shaped Skull"...would be Bashed with Four Four /
Mik's Entire Scheme...would be "Dwarfed with 'Fruits'...-- "Aki and Paw-Paw" !!/

Am Mik's Rabbi and Mentor/
He's my fanatical "Stan"...like the "Marvel" Inventor"/
But he never improved....and his words are aimless/
Mik couldn't "Awe Fans"...."though he lost both Parents"/
Plus he's ancient and fading.....his Career is failing.....I ll' let Mayans impale him/
Cos Mikuz life....is an English Sentence-....by Patience Ebele !/

Mik's on Garri Diet...he's dried up and lean/
Poverty's 'the Monalisa'...and its 'smiling' at Kim/
While I was in Capitol ….Eating Fluffy cakes/ with Honey,grapes/ 
Mik found it hard to Feed ....- He played the 'The Hunger Games' !/

Mik's a halfwitted barbarian/
Like Conk Smokers....he's Liable to Die "Young" .....- "Norbert and Gloria" /!!
Plus Coog FFucked Kim...and all people witnessed/
Coog "Came on the facials"...of this Crippled Midget/
If you see "White Stains on Mik's Face"...--It ain't "Pimple Treatment"!!/

My Clips would crack his Spine/
Mik ain't "Multi-talented" ...if he's "3-Syllabic Rhymes" /
So Hide his daft bleak written/
Or my helicopter blades...will slash this kitten/
No Ribery or Lampard ..but when I yarn you quickly/ that Mik is a Dead-Meat....am just 'Frankly Speaking"! /

Am not Ranting or bluffing... or sarcastically talking/
When I say like "Olympus"...- Mik has Drastically "Fallen"!/
His Cerebrum ain't working....and he's known for Baloney/
His scripts are bollocks...They come Bony and lamely/
Mik's got nothing in his head.... but plenty on his head .....-- He's Marounne Fellaini !!/



Mik's also a Biter...
He stole my Rap style and yours/
Studied Ibi's pattern....and jacked it at once /
"We see Prekky in Kim"...i should  smack Mikuz Jaws/
"We see Kr0ne in Kim"...I should blast Mikuz balls/
We even see "Sid" in Kim ....Like An "Agbalumo" !!/


Mik's a Commercial "LovePeddler"...He's no `Dope grown folk/
Even "Santa Claus" would say"...-- "He's a Ho,Ho,Ho"!/
He's disgrace to Rap....In Rage i ll'  slit the arms/ of the pale wrinkled Dam/
Mik made no Hip-Hop.... he just raised Hip up ...- Etighi Dance   !!!/

Mik's the result of leaked Cum/
He `Raped a Pregnant Girl ...and claimed he had a `party !/
His dentals will be damaged...with Cold Stones and  hatchets/
If Mik tightens his Lips...He ll" be Blown in 5 secs/
8 shots will open Mik's teeth...-- like Close-Up Adverts!!/

Cross the bounds and limits/
It won't take "Hours"...For  i ll' surround this Midget/
And Like "Secretaries of meetings" ....he ll' be taken him down in "Minutes" !!/
Am Oliver Queen ...I ll' have this haggard Brat/ hanged in Calabar/
Then i ll'  put An Arrow ...into Mikuz Head...- Aang the Avatar!! /


Mik is extinguished....Finished and diminished/
If the nit wit's insisting/ in vomiting his gibberish/
My Jagged harpoons...will Clamp his stale lungs /
4 Forks and Rods....will Hack his frail Chords /
And with massive Chain-Saws/
I ll' Drill "12 holes" in Mik .... "Like the Ayo-Game-Board !!/


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you have talent, you could really write songs for Mik
but you got 2 much hatred for mik, brother if you wanna grow in the game don't hate mik course if you do you just bluffing, wasting time you aren't getting noting
end game not hunger games.
mik isn't hungry.