eyow dawg i myt be broke/bt wen i spit im dope/u try 2 hang ua self bt im the 1 with rope/u nitwit u failed raptest having a scope/i cut ua throat wen u scream i use ua voice as my ringtone

Im that freaky despot/ but this filthy nerd suck/ blatant liar . . wordies, lyrics n-Forced/
He's no businessman . his dealings were false/ and I don't mean a mammoth grizzly . . so 'tis LAGER BEER . . . . if he claims to have made ''33'' EXPORTS!/

Iz straiqht murda when i lay diss/ but DJ is a coward 'we always see him after battles' like medics/
plus he's lame and dry/. . .So if he claims ill and brave, omo na lie/. . . cos i still av his 'couraqe wrapped up' somethinq like a Liver in Pie!!!!!!!

EasyNaija.com should be ashamed/ apart from the fact that both him & Kyllah are lame/
His nick should have been fine and simple . . . . ''Mac Wayne''!/ cos its only an ugly vagabond who would use an online forum as his rap name/

who is that new kid 2 the room/u nitwit u still urinate at ua pants wen u count starz in the moon/so ill burst ua head lyk a condom full of semen/u kid neva learn/u spit tyt bt no1 seems 2 undastand/bt u say ua the betta cat/bt u cant even chase an evol rat/ill peel ua ballz and uze it as my welcum mat/u say ua sick while im near 2 die/u evol priest with lie/rappin abt pie/even if u gt a ledda u stil nt hy

Hes a sold deformed child/ cos from home he got blind/
And he can ne'er be d.ope cos wackness constantly appear throughout his posts . . . like (Quote) (Report) (Like)!!/

Your flo is not tight/ so you aint gonna rock mics/ ima go jennifer hudson on ya ass.. Yep I own the spotlight/

I always stay original as YAMAHA products/ + I spin Nintendo Wii-puns of mass disstruction . . the way ah scatter Pro Ducts/
Look, you an amateur keyboardist . your punch on those keys were weak . . . like bananas so soft/

That banana' shid outplayed bbitch, and your FLOWS DONT RHYME plus eacha yah bars SHOWS YO LINES can't wreck bodies from TOES TO SPINE so how yhu boast of gats when pressin yah 'figure eight button' only time yhu CLOSE TO NINE//

Bozzo u must be daft.. To think u've brought a brand new art when u clean dust your craft../
i'm just rescuciating u.. When i throw jabz on ur chest to pump ya heart/

You a thin and rare mutton/ for that you'd get a real and firm mocking/
U still in the dark . need some filament bulbings/ im way ahead of you guys . distance apart . . . like your blackberry Green and Red button!/

Am STUCKED WID THA DRILLING of dis ffag whu spit lyrics dat SSUCK, NIGGA REALLY yhu'd think its 'emotonal ssex' how I grab techs and let my gats FFUCK WITH YA FEELINGS//

He never spits a jingle thats sick/ so I would whip him with a prickled yardstick/ cos im tha people's Brad Pitt/
Render kid useless when I castrate him . . . then take his b.alls home without actually scorin' a single hattrick!/

I LAY SCUMBAGS on d ground then trampoline on the GAY SON's BACK plus am quicker to SLAY DUMB FFAGS but tiz sumphin like 'broken sharpeners how dj's lines make no point so PREY DONT BRAG//

Am still a threat to dz old G's/
yo spittinq cold frees/. . .The only reason why Sleak nd Dj were 'out class' is cos they hardly pay their school fees!!!
Y'all cud join force/. . .Buh still wudnt move dz bros/
cos i cud puncture nd leave ur 'Eqo with holes' sometinq like Chinese coins!!!

ayt killa mc that was nt tight/thats why u so quick 2 wana fist fyt/im frm the west tel the rest/u stupid cos u failed the hiv test/i profess spit prude to this progeny/this kid is too much simpe/i got more punch than a kid with puberty pimples

LOL ur Entire career iz a Joke like Mr Bean/

I'd flush these netcees so low/ cos just like Doughnuts . . . their faulty damn frees Hollow!/
Wouldn't be this Razz if they humbly rent Kimono/ im the messiah and THOSE puppets are still that zombie disciples . . . . all I need do is to paint a # tag on my back, now watch the emcees follow/

dont tell me u play #tag with follow/thats dumbs bro nd ur brain is 'too low'. . . .like paw paw nd his fellow//

who the kidd with silly name warplay/jst chill if u dnt knw wat 2 say/ohk u wana play boy/i gv u a lyrical toy/i neva grew up playin hide&seek/i grew up playin seek&kill/bt 4 u im ready 4 lyrical meal/and kill u in ua dream/wen i spit neurotoxical rhyme which wil paralysis ua nerves/torture u so bad til jesus gv me wat i deserves/trash the duke of hell wil suck ua blood leave u skinny lyk u suffer 4rm progeria/diss any emcee who is frm nigeria

I smite spiff suckers/ and strike stiff lovers/ with bison, ox a.rse/
But I go light on defaulters/ your game will never be tight . . . even if you spend all your yearly tithes on clean boxers!/

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Since DJ is a weaklinq/ dz wont be a hard buh a quick killinq/
I bash him 'hard & loud'. . . William Lee/ And then "Skin his posterior" since he is too ashamed to BACK OFF willinqly/

killer mc dnt fool ua self/ua so many in naija bt u couldnt sell one cd cos its stuck in ua shelf/so stp takin abt killing/cos ua strickly trippin/u busy dissing dj/bt here in RSA we dnt even what u jst say/gay nitwit,snitch spit,sick shit,nah man u cant kill me cos im stillborn

Pumpkeen netcees/ with faulty testings/
And I don't mean clones . . . cos you both be needin' more than a 1100 of you to murd this MC!!/

Well i'm cool like fridge/
and love rap like bull like weeds/
dude talking he's gat a ball...
When he's feeder while we watch how d f00l strike reach/

Just my shadow made the chicken ran/ his plans to brainstress this champ is farce if he thinks he can/
I don't sweat much pennin' down barz in this Foe Room . . cos maestro is more than a roof admirer . . . hes my ceilin' fan/

@dj5naira........2 LINES to DISS the person above you, that's the point/you dropped more than two lines yet your diss couldn't stay on point.

Am hard on the mic. . .Lyinq on dz sofa vet/
Fact is, 'U' still wudnt be 'on point' even as a written Iqbo alphabet!!!

Am nt stagnant like u who stays on point like d decimal/ I rather b d whole number, c if ur imbe brain can diss me now.