If you claim you rap with pros, . .then you've met your foe/
And a blind man read my poo. . means its a thaumaturgy show!/

You have a brain disease spitting shit heavily like a LOOSER/
I make rain drops, rhmyes likes biggy, nicknamed Mr. lines composer//

At least I got a brain, but you lack one/
Your decant rhyme settle at base. .but mine, made for Nô 1!/

Cause You have a flooded Brain doesn't mean u hv Ocean of /Thoughts/
Claimin Illest but the only time u do Check up is when u play /Whort/

With more lethal flows than fola and keri combined!/
The way I air thought. .y'all know. . im ill to the mind/

[color=#000099][/color]I rep d color blue so I got same colors of bandannas flyin from my house to my whip u b reping d color pink cos u r a sissy or beta put gay.got/
My lines brings dis bitchez nightmare#freddy friday d 13th I b killing dem #j.creepers bogey man flow rappaz tot I was feeding on maggots/gay.got

Your spins were total failure. .u'z a floppy disc!/
Bîtchy lines you fired met no target, allow me label a lady miss!/

u nat dope. .u wack fool/
so watch me be hittin diz quack dude/
coz even here in naija, 5naira has no value!!/

Take out your team. .even subs lose conscious/
2shotz of ma drüg linez. .make your Biglo baseless!/

[b][/b] yo... Yea who do u desire on earth cos am cute homies ... A gat dudes homies.. If u fucking wit bitches u gat sick homies..... I no am d man u need homies, cos d texture of ma nature is best homies. Its ur boi ajtegzy homies....... yes sir

Rearrange your rhymes. .cuz they disorganize like this name. .ajtegzy/
My punches first-class. .that my Top 10 hit like Nigezie!/

My flow f.ucked Ur life, called it Child P.orn/
I dropped 2 lines, U Gave up, ran, And I WON//

Aint beefin u guyz,u all are lyrically wack

This nerd. .can't comprehend what he saw/
Its way above his head. .I just expose his flaw/

Av seen so many good rap
Buh most of y'll been saying crap

Lyrically eaten. .he's too wack/
And the only nigga sayin' crap/

From now on, I'm a use self control
instead of birth control
cause 5naira ain't worth your soul

You don't rap. .you babble/
And ya flows suck like straw in bottle/

Ur a baby rapper
Guess its tym 2 change ur diapers
Get a feeding bottle or go meet ur mama

U're talkin of dippers like u never used
Fam, wanna battle? go off, me, I never loose

You always talkin' trash. .like packs of tampon!/
Go back to wean. .im sure you gonna lose this one!/

Am Explosive in nature
N my raplines r BOKOHARAMIC with flavours

Im busy fryin' heads. .but he's describin' self/
And after im done with ma implant. .he'd be explodin' self/

Ur rapping lyk an infant
N ur talking abt implant
Get ur game right or I'll
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Gun me down . . .when you're yet to handle one?/
Your the infant. .you wean. .but I win on this one/

I make brains....I recycle and i import
Get u a soap...and u bath @ the sea port

You are wack. .that's a clear fact/
But they know who the best is. .y'all know that!/

Its so amazing how u lost ur sense of humor
Buh a lil advice....dnt do push ups cus u got brain tumor

Throwin' lame shots at this huge killer!/
You blind to your wackness. .can never be this realer!/

Am like electricity....I bring all the volts
So fast...u can call me usain bolts

bolaji is kinda guy so kul bt he's a gay pls who wanna engage cos he's planning 4 a marriage.

i rap all u nid do is clap dn't luk at me check d map cos u going d wrng way in2 d damp