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I just got me a bitcch named ladesh
She has this phatass like kim kardish
Damn guys, ain't talking about a country in Asia when I "bang ladesh"!

where the flow ? wetin una dey rap

lol, 04kaa in d mofuckin building

04kaa:
where the flow ? wetin una dey rap
lol, 04kaa in d mofuckin building

You no go rap Your Own?

Time on my hands . . .
my fellow guys stop stalking that babe in your coast. . .
you guys should take this and quote,
this goes to you blokes who stalk any girl you trace on the road,
she might even be a cultists baby who knows?
and lie to her boyfriend you desire to take off her clothes,
then he might plan to get you impaled with a spoke,
or come at you with a blade on your throat,
that girl aint worth your life or even breaking your nose,
so im creating a post,
to advise you on any babe that you scope,
who aint adhering to your sayings and toasts,
i aint saying he should make use of his soap,
or are my trying ta be fake and expose,
but she aint digging you cos you aint got any paper to boast,
cos in naija every ikenna, kalu and kelechi knows,
that they ll only agree to date you in droves,
if they see your face in a rove,
that you ve made it and pose,
with plenty pay in your coat,
i aint saying that every babe is a rogue,
but mosta them ll never be faithful to folks,
who though aint lazy but broke,
cos i ve heard of girls whose jilted lovers gave up the ghost,
so any chic who wont chat or give you her digits or maybe say her name at a go,
dont stalk, persist or go cray and provoke,
just know shes a gold digger holding a spade and a hoe.
lol

mikuz:
Time on my hands . . .
my fellow guys stop stalking that babe in your coast. . .
you guys should take this and quote,
this goes to you blokes who stalk any girl you trace on the road,
she might even be a cultists baby who knows?
and lie to her boyfriend you desire to take off her clothes,
then he might plan to get you impaled with a spoke,
or come at you with a blade on your throat,
that girl aint worth your life or even breaking your nose,
so im creating a post,
to advise you on any babe that you scope,
who aint adhering to your sayings and toasts,
i aint saying he should make use of his soap,
or are my trying ta be fake and expose,
but she aint digging you cos you aint got any paper to boast,
cos in naija every ikenna, kalu and kelechi knows,
that they ll only agree to date you in droves,
if they see your face in a rove,
that you ve made it and pose,
with plenty pay in your coat,
i aint saying that every babe is a rogue,
but mosta them ll never be faithful to folks,
who though aint lazy but broke,
cos i ve heard of girls whose jilted lovers gave up the ghost,
so any chic who wont chat or give you her digits or maybe say her name at a go,
dont stalk, persist or go cray and provoke,
just know shes a gold digger holding a spade and a hoe.
lol

looks like someone got threatened eh? nice stuff

Let's do this!
Yo! Straight outta Lagos METROPOLIS I'm DROPPING HITS with a IRON FIST/ With PUNCHLINES & SIMILES like Can't COPY This/ On the TRACK like a MOVING TRAIN, no STOPPING This/ I be UP IN THIS, to END YA DAYS like APOCALYPSE/ Yo! This LYRICIST got POWER like INDICES/ When I BUST on a Disc, BLOW up like TERRORISTS/ This just the GENESIS, can ya HANDLE THIS/ I TOP the LIST, ya niggggies LOST Like ANGELES/ On the CUT like BANDAGES Shooting these SAVAGES Maximum DAMAGES I Thrash em like GARBAGES/ Fucq it! Fuqing Sick like SYPHILLIS Flow like OSMOSIS You BUST like PASSENGERS/ Yall already know what TIME IT IS/ Cos every PIECE OF THIS is a MASTERPIECE/ Here to CHANGE the game METAMORPHOSIS/ Eating this eMCees for FEAST it's da KATALYST!
Rraaaah! Good Morning.

JigsawKillah:

looks like someone got threatened eh? nice stuff

Lol, not me mhen. No time

Ti mba fun won Ni Corporate Awon galz won ma n Cooperate A won enemies won Hate Won mo bi no shey n Operate won fe ma demonstrate Cos everyday ni mon Update Gbogbo won ti expire-rate Oloun won need lati Upgrade Gbogbo won gbodo Prostrate Awa ni king awa tun ni Magistrate A won to try lati Frustrate Gbogbo won lati Dominate!
This is commercial flow. To all the rap heads, I apologize.lol

We all make mistakes like a movie with retakes, need retail therapy for leisure sakes, just to ease the pain that aches...

Heart race at stakes takes place, burn winches flames that taints, bitter taste that wastes club ace, with spiteful tongues that lash the traits...

Keep it moving Ada with the times, alobams read between the lines, alusi strength abi Igbo shrines, Amadioha pikin no need to cry...

Shine eyes wella no need to weep, Ihe na ato uto na egbu egbu so to speak, better soup na moni kill am oo flavor treats, can make the body want to creep...

Rather sleep with cousin death, blow that pipe with crystal meth, coz jogodo can fill the breath and erase qualms the brain has left...

We reap what we sow, rather good or bad that molds, can impact young and old, be mbe wise with stories told...

I dey vex I dey para, I dey phuck up I dey shudder, at the words my mouth has uttered, I b baddo babe play in gutter...

But my heart never stutters to tell the truth some fear wahala, coz it word to yo mutha, Ada a bad motherphucker...

Adanna86:
Ada a bad motherphucker...

you be lesbobo

nastynic:
you be lesbobo

Yeye lmfao

Adanna86:

I dey vex I dey para, I dey phuck up I dey shudder, at the words my mouth has uttered, I b baddo babe play in gutter...

Lmao ,only you dey vex only you dey para,only you dey phuck up only you dey shudder.
Also a baddo babe that plays in the gutter ,how do you get your inspiration writing this crap? From smoking kush? Lol

SHOTGUN SUGE
I’m all in his house with the cal in hand, this heat tucked My homie gon throw him over a high tower for thinkin he street tough If he got a strap, he got it for nothing, he Officer Sweet Chuck You look and smell like police I should make you kiss the curb and bite down Cuz this ain’t a battle, this a justice for Mike Brown But why shoot em? When I can smack him til he change red Hella kicks to his rain head, his eyes open but he brain dead This .45 stretched him, no Pilates These headshots make niggas forget how to use they body I leave em there waiting to get picked all up They like “Suge why you pickin on this white boy?” Y’all must’ve forgot, these crackas picked on us Slave ships they rented on us, slave trades they handed us up We ain’t land on Plymouth Rock, motherfucker… (Plymouth Rock landed on us) I beat up chumps with this devin’ right So jump! White boy and get bust like pressure pipes I show em how with black hustle the white, that’s Wesley Snipes I smack the shit outta Charron if he come incorrect Smack called me to take his check I tombstone Charron and won’t break a sweat Cuz beefin with me make niggas wanna fake they death You honky motherfuckers be killin blacks, that’s incorrect I’ll march down ya block, 100 muslims, I am Malcolm X I’m True to my Religion, no Jehovah, I’m at his front door (?) You ready to meet your creator? Allah waitin I kidnap your daughter to sell her body, don’t get her taken That go for you, ya wifey, and ya boo, don’t get her Taken too/2 I got a gun connect, I be mailing the chrome I find out where ya mother leave when I trail her (trailer) home You trailer trash cheapskate, you don’t even pee straight This .40 big as hell, this kick don’t got a release date Y’all must’ve forgot, I grab heat and blaze fire And make niggas tap that mac like Jay Tyler I know y’all want more, that’s the end of the round South that, get em the Bleep outta here » CHARRON
See we were supposed to battle in Toronto, it’s about to be legendary But he ducked so I had to come here for him getting buried He called himself Malcolm X, like if you come to Smack Charron It’ll be X-tra scary How are you Malcolm X when I’m the killer by any means necessary? He wants to tap my pockets cuz I’m clowning MCs But wait, it’s because I’m skinny you tapped my pockets, you think I’m allowed to get teased So wait he’s lookin for some money? You’re just (?) obese Here’s 10 bucks Buy some fuckin chicken nuggets & a quarter pounder with cheese I would be amazed if he put up a good fight Chris Brown’s VMA’s I’m fuckin up Suge’s Knight/night You’re tight with Tsunami, think he’s poppin a tool I bet they screaming Tsunami when you hop in a pool You wanna bully a cracker, oh you thought you were cool? This is Columbine, a white boy’s taking a Shotgun to school Who’s wacker than Suge? I don’t have an answer I wanted Surf or Red, not their back up dancer I wrote a two minute round but this match don’t matter I’m just wasting 40 Barrs like Jaz The Rapper This battle isn’t judged but the fans were a member DJ Premier; when I lay a beat down I’ll put a Scratch on your record Beasley hates, he called me and had a temper Like “Kill Suge, he ate all my pop tarts last September” You must be high to think you’ll be back, the answer’s never This a intervention, they want you off Smack forever It’ll be a Total Slaughter when they first record this Hollow vs. Budden, I could beat this average Joe with my worst performance When Suge gets booked for battles, the fans get 3-0’d He does this for a paycheck and chokes, not with me though I do this for the culture I ain’t got a ego I’ll catch a body for $5 like Slaughter rico You dissed Proof for attention cuz you’re soft and feeble He tells racist jokes and pocket checks cuz his bars ain’t lethal You frontin’ like a Street Fighter but you’re not my equal You’re green with envy like Blanka Cuz you’re only good for shocking people! What is it about Proof that made you say Bleep that guy? If the Proof is in the pudding you should love that guy He was running his mouth about the D then he’s gone You backed out like a bitch and Ars’ nearly got beat on The thing about Shotguns is that they’re place here, but it seems wrong Cuz this Shotgun’s never gave his boys a shoulder they can lean on They said I won’t do well on Smack, only in white crowds I got a gun so small, I’m holding it RIGHT NOW You told Swave you’d shoot his grandma, you’re a poser I’ll do your grandma godfather style cuz Correy’s bolder You better pray with a four leaf clover I’ll point a K at him and Michael Corleon her I’ll wait til you have wings like a Jordan poster Then peace/piece out after you die like an organ donor You like Marv Won and a half, check it do y’all see? He used to battle at fat camp, loser got molested by Tall T It’s round one I got a bag I need to fill By the 3rd round you’ll be begging me to chill Suge owns a record label this pen game is getting ill You’re on Death Row cuz you’re behind these bars begging to get killed

» SHOTGUN SUGE Sugar tits, sugar cookies, Suge Knight, yo them Suge flips don’t apply Cuz it’ll hurt his soul if a black man let em die So you better watch your mouth before I wash it out Like what’s that Grape Street shit you was blogging bout? How you took my spot talkin a bunch of shit I’m bout everything that come with this, I got jumped for this I been lurkin, day and night, and months for this I come from this, I even throw opposite’s in the trunk for this Nigga what?! Nigga what?! I bust my gun for this I took a father from his son for this So don’t you ever in your stupid ass life Talk about something you don’t know Cuz where I’m from that’s an automatic headshot, that’s how it go I’ll pull a Mossberg 5 on a rapper These pellets ain’t Tuna how it spread on a cracker This water too deep, you need lead work He tried to dive in, I wet him head first I kill a rat, the exterminator, it clap then burn a hater This white boy be lying on his dick, the Shermanator If he did get pussy he’d be paying to give her more Cuz you look like the 40 year old virgin, when he was 24 I seen Charron sitting on a crate, he looked up, I looked down I said “you like your coke raw or cooked up?” He said “I smoke hard so my dome go wheels” I said “oh, trills, cuz we serve coke like home cooked meals” Let’s get one thing straight nigga, don’t think cuz you a nerd I won’t take a razorblade across your face and it’s rusty Let’s get another thing straight, add it up It’s gon be a Dizaster if you touch me Let’s get another thing straight, I got a .38, it pack 6 but let 3 clap Let’s get another thing straight, aye Smack, setup Shine for that rematch Southdat » CHARRON Yo he called me the Shermanator, I ain’t surprised he did it You only watched that movie cuz the word “Pie” was in it You do features for $100 bucks, what a broke hoe I came here by myself but you’re the one who’s dough low (dolo) I’ll collab on a song with this hopeless loser Just to kill him on a track like Tony Stewart Your whole crew/cru cut since I’m primmin’ proper White boy leaves Jersey inside out like the Clippers roster Think it’s a tamed fight til you’re hit with a straight right Eye (I) will be fuckin Puffy, Daylyt You’re tight with Surf and Ars so you’re labeled as a threat No one respects you for who you are you just made it off connects It’s funny your name’s Jim/gym cuz if we based it off respect Being SPOTTED with your SET is the only way you got a REP Turn Jimmy to Jimmy Hoffa, where did this guy go? Are you a Christian? Bale from this Canadian Psycho If Jim carry/Carrey a Mask it’s a movie that I know They’ll see Jimmy fallin/Fallon off like after Tonight Show I know he would play the bully today I would’ve killed you in Toronto and had you ghost in LA We could’ve battled on Gladiator school, you’d be floating away If we did this in front of Snoop we’d have Jimmy’s Bones on display I’m suburban, god forgive me Clean cut if Jim beam up like a shot of Whiskey You forgot your lines against Collector, now they brought you cuz of pity You haven’t been seen since you choked on Bill, Monica Lewinsky Jim is short for James and you stay phony You’re fat and washed up in the ring, James Tony The fans want him gone I’m killin this James slowly Take his head off on cam to get with a James Foley Homie I’ll kill your whole crew, put up a mean wager I’ll strip your block of cheddar if your cheese grater/greater Look at me! Look at me when I’m killin you! I am (M) on top, Speed Racer If death is what you earn/urn I’ma cremater You claim you sold drugs since a teenager The last time you pushed a QP, you apologized to Qleen Paper I know dudes that’ll front you bricks if you need paper But it’ll pop off if you ain’t pushing keys like a screensaver I brought enough caskets for your whole team to take I’ll show up to your funeral and make the preacher dip Matching suits for ya crew til ya teams equipped When I Taylor Gangs, you’ll get left by a Rose on some Khalifa shit Round 3

SHOTGUN SUGE If Charron show any type disrespect, I’ma spit in his face Push his head in his neck, I heard you the type not to follow rules and shit Well you know I’m handy with tools and shit I take the soul/sole out like the shoes don’t fit But Bleep that, I step in house like “where the killers?” Nah? I hit white boy’s family with the pounds like Where the Millers? You fuckin Canadians is just like the rest, that’s how I feel This shit for Trayvon, this for the real I ate skittles in ya face nigga, hoodie on cuz I’m strapped for real Call this a hate crime, shit gon make the news in the daytime I let it rain, man it bang like Kemp on the baseline I put something hot in his hat, atomic, this shit be shooting flames A comet, when it blast you better be Gary Peyton fast or Super Sonic When that banana clip then split You like you bout to lose yourself, you better get a grip Bleep you nervous or something? You smell like piss and shit What ya life like nigga? I rise and shine before the sun do What ya life like nigga? Getting chased by the cops with nowhere to run to What ya life like nigga? Size 12 with a 13 cuz the snub don’t fit in the Timbs What ya life like? Big and black, can’t get a job cuz of the color of ya skin What ya life like? I wanted to play ball but I was forced to track What ya life like? When you was playing golf I was tokin crack But you up here spittin like somebody believe you You wanna rap nigga … I NEED to! So you up here rappin’ trying to get a check? Aye Smack! He gon get smacked trying to copy respect Bleep outta here white boy! » CHARRON Since it’s round 3 I guess y’all expect me to do a flip Remember when he said he’ll take out the sole just like the shoe don’t fit Well guess what? Real talk, I am the great one I kill em with free’s/freeze like SubZero Don’t think we’re the same son, why you talking right now? You’re saying for me to finish him, well he’s lame son For me to finish him I’ll just take out his soul like Shang Sun When I announced I’m battling Shotgun Sugar Tits I apologized after on Twitter Cuz I begged off Arsonal and had him for dinner I killed the most viewed, this ain’t a match to consider You don’t beat the game on expert then go back on beginner Where’s my Don Demarco? Did people catch this? If K-Shine was in my corner he’d be squeezing asses You just bully people, easy tactics I’m sick enough to buy Mayweather reading glasses We were supposed to battle in Toronto but he needed practice So I had to school em later on like evening classes See that rhyme, it’s quite nice And what was he saying man? The whole round he was like saying I’m quite white And he was saying what is your life like Well you wanna know what my life’s like? What you know about people laughing when you say you rap? So you have to lie What you know about introducing yourself to Norbes But he thinks you’re the camera guy You don’t, we live different lives, that’s real cracker shit What do you know about having to meet your girlfriend… online What you know about hearing that the party starts at 7 And you show up... on time That’s real cracker shit What you know about people pushing your books And you getting bullied by the kids in the hall What you know about your girl dumping you for black dude Cuz your dick was too small That’s real cracker shit! Against Hollyhood you reenacted Juice, that stuff was raw But on Q I’ll get Bishop to rush you dog You told Smack “I’m not your son” you can’t claim me something’s wrong He was almost your father but the lineup was too fuckin long He’s like you’re crazy “You know the first time you said that I was kinda trippin right But guess what, I am crazy right, know what else? I don’t give a Bleep” I don’t give a Bleep about ya man, I don’t give a Bleep if you battle me I don’t give a Bleep about Suge or washed up rappers like Cassidy... Pow! They’re tellin me I’m over our time, they saying I’m all over time boy They haven’t seen you since you battled Bill Collector it’s been awhile boy The whole time he called me racist, but I got the crowd on my side boy So how’s it feel? You got 3-0’d by a white boy!

A major in this rap shvt, giving orders the 'em captains
I'm building the bars high up enough to let them trickle down like water of fountains

See i own the bakery so i'm starking doughs
Them niggaz be like dried up streams they be lacking flows

They dont wanna test Dris
You sure gonna regret it

From the east side, and still regarded in the west, lyrical taribo
Dont show up or Bullet gets you missing in the battle ground like i was Zachhugo!

Ate my last opponent, he didn't bring forth his best bars
Be sure not to disrespect this nactar
His presence palates the greek gods from vengeance

Beat you merciless, and leave your rep a messy mess

Rob you in your home and hide the evidence

MrKang:

Lmao ,only you dey vex only you dey para,only you dey phuck up only you dey shudder.
Also a baddo babe that plays in the gutter ,how do you get your inspiration writing this crap? From smoking kush? Lol

You dey speak okpas 4 here I gon woze u finish, if I smoke from kush you smoke from yo mum a$$ crack

DRISKLEF:
A major in this rap shvt, giving orders the 'em captains
I'm building the bars to lets them trickle down like water of fountains

See i own the bakery so i'm starking doughs
Them niggaz be like dried up streams they be lacking flows

They dont wanna test Dris
You sure gonna regret it

From the east side, and still regarded in the west, lyrical taribo
Dont show up or Bullet gets you missing in the battle ground like i was Zachhugo!

Ate my last opponent, he didn't bring forth his best bars
Be sure not to disrespect this nactar
In greek, my his presence palates the gods from vengeance

Beat you merciless, and leave your rep a messy mess
Rob you in your home and hide the evidence

Wack
This slaps would ruin your mascara|when I hit you on reality damn harder | you ate your last opponent? Here's the truth don't get madder |Remember when you called me your son? Yes Father|
The truth is ,You only won Jerry bcus you stretched Farther|

You fagggot suck ah dick| or hump ah stick | in you we see the elastic | you the "author and finisher of Jerry's fate" ,that bar was not that sick | it was such a huge streeeeeeetchhhh bro, Mr Fantastic |

Fucck you and your smelly town | I hate your messy gown | you'll be going down | for feeling you're do.pe for dropping a learning stan | JerryThaFinisher was more like a kidding man | we didn't think his PLASTIC bars could defeat yours,except for BUYING FUEL did anyone really FEEL JERRY CAN? |

We excel in this raps | while Dris is expelled from his class | a loner we don't understand all the wack in his bars | the 'A' lists here feel the excellence Kang always Has |and that is the facts |drisk no one gets with your likes| cus the only people who gets 'D' ends with a Pass |

Fear MrKang...

Adanna86:


You dey speak okpas 4 here I gon woze u finish, if I smoke from kush you smoke from yo mum a$$ crack

Simple question where do you get your inspiration from? well I smoke from your mom dead corpse

yo rappers can't rap cos ur flows re on recession.

this is something

Sneeze...

Reggie.........
fvck a noobs tourney, bring me the crown already
or my punches'all get ya served in a gown to a groom, like it's your wedding day..
am deaf to critics, so if you saying am wack, ain't hearing a word you say
once I learned the ropes, I used it to hang niggas..
while you shooting bitch? am a bring a thousand figures
and dozens of brandy and some hot liquors
dat'll confuse d nigga.
and have u telling stories u never saw, like pastors preaching the scriptures
like a Walter Mitty I always tidy my things
I speak 3 languages, i'm also known to use slangs
ain't no proud vet, but whoop me, and get deep thoughts like Mr kang
once I dispatched my ruthless goons
I'm positive I'll have moms crying and mourning soon
my plans are badly animated like ugly cartoons
but'll still take their sons out, like tha evening moon
its freestyle rap, no scripted bars
the rockets I launched? I was told hit hard mars
once the black hole comes, this up coming celebrity slaying demon will be eating the stars
my metaphors'll hit you and they neat n cool
while urs is sack, stupid n weak as u
when the cameras are out of action, you still act a fool....

I bring you masterpiece and then I bring you expertise/
all yhu yap we call it ass-service/
im a-bit timid dis time, after d church-service/ word from d priest says i'd slew a young artiste/

still scripting bars when news got to me he'd hit climax/
nigga so shivering got burnt b4 i lit my max/
it's a tribute trynna send momma message using fax/wont be mincing words, son was slow even skipping tax... still seeking bras/

Y'all know d-x left him for d cucumber/ as the babe see me, na so she kuku-fall/
We'all know d-y(the why) 's cos his sh!t isn't tall/
but, I declined cos she gat this smelly-cu.nt/

when ya urge me come to ur visibility/don’t know there’s a great disparity/ we (be)-live- in Lumbini, you still squatting in Lasgidi/ such offensive calamity, you seek, wanna see da Trinity?/ I’m on da realm of invincibility/

Hommie gave ya advance couldn't figure that Im ya creditor/
hurry, snipe ya teacher teeth... well Im just ya councillor/
none ever iller, sicker dan d chameleon... how can yor figure my real-color?
Im thine master's groom, from whatever room, still ya emperor

Hydrogen a fággot bïtch getting f'd by ‘2 g's'/ he claims to bring the *sparks* bur only *rice* to fame by duckin' some few beef'. . .my aim is to push hydro of the ‘edge' by sending a group of ‘3g’s'. . .just like ‘glo' in kafancha the niggas never Saw ‘H' like the were surfing for him in K.D

Hydrogen an unknown factor which his eX couldn’t raise to power/ his whole life mentored by gravity reason his super moment never stayed up for an hour/ even when thrown in kaijin, the dam won’t bring the-light. . .'cos we all know, hydro lacks the power

MrKang:
Simple question where do you get your inspiration from? well I smoke from your mom dead corpse

That funny when it was your mother I used for juju ritual, B*itch was so expired and limp like her son di*ck had to throw that sh*it to the dogs.

Then again, even the Dibia and babalawos wouldn't wanna touch your mums stink toto

Reggie.....
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fluxmind is a stupidd local dog, that always chews his dry calf bones/.......I'll slay the punk, if he tries to spit on d Microphone/.....or tries to go undefeated like my man krone/....its no nick name, when flux Is going to get Scarface like al capone!!/
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this freaking dingbat best prays/.....or I'll have the self proclaimed vet slayed/....don't call this a bluff when I tag today as ur death day/...cos am all action n less play/... you'll get shot with my "perfumed" guns, once my techs "sprays"!!!/
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I'll blend words nd then'lI grind mets/.. he the bastardd son of a blind vet/...am the man to make u n ur kind sweat/...for spitting less bars and damn threats/ we all know ur foolish, and u can't trap me, no matter wat d foolish mind set!!/
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once this kid gets bruised, the teen hala/.. my punches'll flip u over the ring like sin cara/... once this stupiid biitch starts hanging with rodents, he becomes part of d rat pack, like Sinatra/.... you'd get tricked by the council, nd get exiled like king jaja!!../
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flux just shut that biitch mouth you running/.....my styles n skills got sick vets jumping/... my big canons will Soon start pumping/... just to show ya'll I got something/..but like that 7letter word a poor man doesn't have Nd a rich man doesn't need, this biitch is Nothing!!!!/

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Adanna86:


That funny when it was your mother I used for juju ritual, B*itch was so expired and limp like her son di*ck had to throw that sh*it to the dogs.

Then again, even the Dibia and babalawos wouldn't wanna touch your mums stink toto

see this Nigerian rejectee ,white witch wannabe
Stop disappointing your dead mom. I still smoke from her corpse though.

MrKang:
see this Nigerian rejectee ,white witch wannabe
Stop disappointing your dead mom. I still smoke from her corpse though.

You wish you worwor piece of Sh'it efulefu ba'stard with a minuscule di'ck just go grow some balls!

MrKang:
see this Nigerian rejectee ,white witch wannabe
Stop disappointing your dead mom. I still smoke from her corpse though.

I can go all day mother'fuker