Bolabitch Vs Nextbeatz---survivals Fittest

Let Me See You Front Again

BOLAbitch where u @
come let me proclaim u the bitch u are
snitchin on nigga,letin mary popins(chiogo) crumble u like morning snack
u so wack nairaland ought to evict u from this track(thread)
waitin for ur punchline(mataphors) wit out a bullet vest
watch me crest you wit out a hot rod(ma d*ck)
takin a deep breath from anticipating ur dead
this is a battle field,only one dies but not ma dead
like 50 its all elementary:u remember row row row ya boat bolabitch found in the stream
watchin u call me spottie--nigga i'm so spotless because ur puchlines are use
look ma(sharn06 aka shame) doin a freestyle wit no hands
brain so retard wit rap,had to copy paste em
killin all em lame azz in slow motion
u claim to be a shaolin master+a voodo champion but still can test me
u going to throw 1 trillion konfu moves and wont slap my knees
am that nigga that look into ya eyes while he slip ya throat(no RULES)
pull ya vein out and use it as a straw
yes am a double thorought breed--- A Hybrid
the abd on ma chest protect me from superman crash
smoke u so slow like tha cuba cigar
the ice on ma chest turn my heart so cold
so, if u going to front stay off nairaland


its 2 days now son or chiogo rip ur nuts out.
spit ur guts because i just pass ur the knive

Nextbeatz, don't you got better recycled lines. because even tho BJBROKE is lame, he's sure worth more than that

You know what ma ancestors would say?
Kini omode mo!!

Recycle this bitch:
I turn kats to rats,rats to rags
then crush em up like crackajah(biscuits)
leave the evidence for popo to trace,with ma foot print on ya face,
y'all rags aint got style,ya super swag is fake,
make one false move and see the canibal in me,
Ama use ya skin as warm rug,head for deco's and meat for lunch.
If i die today sugun(nairaland admin)would post a monument by ma name sayin:
A king tread here
because ma punchlines are stronger than smach down,
Got stone cold steve austin to retire,
Was the chap who wrote the script(lyrics) for king david's harp
when he was in the caves,am God's chosen one,
So God gave me the power to tread on snake and scopions plus this wack kats
Swag so loud,i stay fly like and emperior stallion
split me open and find the purest(stream) of hip hop
take ya gurl without breakin a sweat(see ma watch)
Now money come in humble,
because on ma waistline lies the blue print to make more money
had to get me an extra hand to make it rain on all these hornies
Am that top kat with mad skill like Dj tommy's wheels
You is so cheap the only buttons that works on ya board is LOL
watch me pimp slap that smug out of ya face
you ought to be blind not to see that this top kat slayed 2 many nuclear war head without a battle scar,
but u(bolabitch) aint even fit to be on ma dead list(dead row)
see, niggas tremble at ma presents
OG's fold their hands,shake their heads like in that igbo movie,
if they catch ma mic on(anather kat is slain)
Ama recycle sharn from a ugly bitch to a beautiful swine,
now eat ma shit
Even if nairalanders fuse u(bolabitch) and sharn
y'all still going to sound like those kids crying on the burning train
because i put bounty-hunters on the run
Am sure if jessica reads this,she is going to write lyrical peom like diss:
MURDA HE WROTE
I count more hits more than Apacino counts his kills
if you is a spectre then casper the friendly ghost must be a monster
here is ma lyrical spook to get u shook: BOO!! you spoof(look it up)
lettin ya heart skip a beef(beat) when on da mix(mic)
Am sure ya papa must have called ya a boob(look it up)
gat so much beatz,would make you dance moon-walker in diss room
dust you off ma shoulders like the loser you is
watch me bridge this bitch(freestyle) like its a hit:

Emi Emi
that yoruba dude
chi-chi chillin in nairaland
slayin bitches anyhow
Bros, why u they act like say
u no no say i bi the BOSS!!
THe ACE! THE ACE!
say u just they maga, maga

So versatile i spit lyrics like a linguist,
leaving you in anguish

Go ρωτησω με spartan αδελφια, because αποψε γιορταζουμε την οχληση των νεκρων-GREEK

Nextbeatz verità fa male, ma fa male fa male difficile
Sono i venuto in pace, ma lascia a voi in pezzi-Italian

マチェックtreads 、 uは、戦争に負けたのは、トレースを参照してください主--japanese

Dans les rues, les dames m'appellent ghetto muffins
Thats quand j'ai touché et large rue, je pimpin corperate azzesazzes--French

Zie me gaan terwijl ma wielen gaan achteruit (spineers)
Talkin over propaan auto's, i rook em (cuba sigaren) in het VIP-afdelingen--dutch

Je mehr und lauern, die weniger uc, because i poke den Augen derjenigen, die sich auf mich--German

Let me take u back to the block(nairaland) before i loose u(lame brains)
Allowin chiogo parade u tot he hang's men,while i sit on the thrown
watch u gasp for breathe while drinkin heavenly champagne
u better be sleepin awake,because ama split ya brians open
marsh em up with flakes for baby charn
this is not a competition,its me sayin u're fake
ama smarch this keyboard on ya face,if u still wont quake(quit)
now go down south and resume ya position
like an obidient bitch u are
nairalanders put ya lights up but i will take the blame
lets have a minute of silient;because here comes the dead of MR BOLAFAKE

CocksuckA

Still watin on u like dead farmers,waitin for rain in the sahara
YOU HOPELESS FOOL

lol
ama just gonn fall back and let ma gurl sharn go at this spottie punk

nextbeats lines are too wack. i only reply those with high class.