i leave ya face with bruises of scars when i spit it//it's most certain__your kids will inherit it//

game of the throne/ you'd be slayed in your home/ seperate your joints and break up your bone/ I make guns cry, with my trigger finger i'd make AK to moan/

to pull the trigger,i ain't lazy /yeah,i know its crazy/the AK's i pack would keep you out of the street like road safety!

i'd make you bleed/ when I deflate your spleen/ and have you laid on the street/ that's for thinking you can wordplay with me/

if we both engage in a combat/ I wil mk the best fighter/still wonderin ow u won ur last bat. wit lines that depicts yu a wacker/

Im an OAP/ to this OAT/
There's only one cat who could mew sick notes, and thats do, re, meeeeeee!/

let the monkey be told/ I make mockery of toads/ he'd be torn to pieces, I'm an imbecïle gripping a currency note/

I'd Advice You To Stay Away/you Should Know I Maul For Pain/when The Tech Spray/You're Dead This Once..007 Can't Die Another Day!

You use ma technique, then claim greatest/ cos u know I spit daily, latest/
Away from that, ya last line wasn't felt, Xavi statement/

my techs makes you ponder in sorrow//skills i never borrow//grip jabs to your kneecaps n' expose ya bone marrow//

you're a lying elf/ you've never gripped a nine or shell/ i'd keep smashing you till you cry for help/ you wont bother replying this if you like yourself/

Pls Hide In Your Closet/for The Best Is On Set/broke Bird Nigga Could Have Taken Flight..But He Got No Money For Ticket!

words on the street; I'm the dude the town's hailing/ I pen earthquake; these bars are ground breaking/ these punches are jaw-dropping, ...could leave your mouth aching/ so if you claim the King here, One strike to your dentals ...and the crown's taken/

You spew longer free/ which still isn't worded properly/ u gat nothin' to offer gee/
Yu must be practisin' those 'music notes' if u think u can 'suffer me!'/

sure he got big belle like rick/spewing bars about how he's lines are rich/and how phucked a bitch/one truth about that line is that..your know to go into a pussii cause D is an acronym for diick!

dude claim he z super yet his flows aint gluing/shows he gat noting up stairs,like an uncompleted story building

i reign supreme/ so I raise the pen/ to slay your kins/ dotwillis, drop your lame style and embrace my scheme!!!

He's still a learner/ can't handle the guns better/
Bruce left for an operation, came out Caitlyn Jenner/

it's time to die with bullets "standing at salute in ya BRAIN//paying tributes with shots on you LAME//chop n' pop knuckles to ruffle n MAIN//through ya throat,,, ,,,ya sickness only warrants the beatings got ya INSANE//

I A'int In The Same Level As You Dude/neither Can You Script Masterpeice Like I Do/pls Alter Your View For It Is Offencesive/or I'll Beat The Sense Of Sight Out Of You..To Change Your Perspective!

na 2 lines them say make una use o!

shut your mouth you bear/ and fück outta here!!!

No dey force yourself for here/ dey form boss they bully ya peer/
If your stressed out, go n 'relax' and I don't mean your 'hair!'/

you post incompetent rhymes/and come here with football plays like we care bout those player's lives/but since you show to be current about worldwide happenings...its right i electrocute you till he shockingly dies!

you'd foam like an epileptic victim when I come with venom/ supermiys hypertensive cos his bars not being welcomed/ if the kids stretches his neck, i'd slaughter the goat like OMOLERANS/

dj makes you look like you lack balls/dark offered you is ass you couldn't Bleep/you have a problem..i would cut ya diick and raise BP to an alarming rate ..no one is talking bout hypertension !

Wack rhymer, Supershit, you should be thrown in a large fire/
Be purged of all your wackness then get ate by cannibals in a camp fire

I sprayed all gee/ then laid the prick/ on a weighty tree/
Club V to death made all sad, only person happy that day was me/

I met this dumb biatch at the club last night who had an ass like blac chyna's!
i took her home, waxed her ass, then found out she had a son called dj5Naira!

I Don't fucck u /here to slain u ... Oh never. Worried / they've already nailed u.

Wack lines like nickyshit's was what made Nairaland server crash
Only bars you'd ever be around will be when the hiphop-police locks you up in Alcatraz

He's sicker when its flu/ plus I spit with vigor, he just moo/
I destroy faded jeans, so with scissors i'd cut Vickers into 2/