nigga ur flow dont even rhyme/writin dat was a waste of time/spat back in my wine laughing wen i read ur lines lil man/u dumber dan 2 chainz im different,no lie/im out/dont wanna waste mor lines on ur sorri a:s:s

Is dis ur so-called diss?,c'mon quit screwin/quit rap ba2,d towel z wat u shud throw-in/beggin me 2 kip d peace,oohh m so sensitive/u call urself a boss bt i see u're stil a learnin chief.

With my mad stingers/ I drown this r.etard sinner/ for being a stark weaner/
cos his dome is filled with icebricks . . . *T won't find it easy keepin' his head above the water* . . like Bad Swimmers!!!/

motherf**ckr am a king with moves like a queen// that means am untouchable even in your dreams//

Whenever I check this page I see different flavours of wackess/ i'm the saviour of rap threads/ this nigga above me calls himself mayor.. Yeah the mayor of daftness/

Who's this dead sibling/ I peel his thorax and leave him here bleeding/
still a Kid in rap . so I stuff swollen goat udders into his mouth and 'breastfeed' him!/

dj5naira you up there on the table spinning and nodding your head
but when we look closer, its just you and those plastic plates. lol

i'll blast this fake/ and prove that my raps is great/ the only tables he ever spun was in a maths debate/

What I have for this bisexed peerage/ is definitely his next presage/ trynna flex muscles when hes even yet to complete his first rentage/
So best clear wreckage/ . . . and since the earless tortoise is 'hard of hearing' I won't 'call him out'. . . . he'd apparently get D in~Box when I Text MESSAGE/

dj5naira,d bill Gates of wackness/so endowed wit foolishness/in dis Game i'm ur colonial master/and imma slave-trade U ths wankster.

Call me the alpha & omega of rap . the 1st & last/ any opposition . I deck and bash/
Anthony Stark would believe um a launderer . . . but I don't have to IRON MAN to leave 'em pressed & starched!/

Lyk 4 eva ,im a lord hia(eva alordia)/ battlin wit beginners lyk u is my phobia/bt im always on a fastlane i cnt slowdown/not even d muds(mods) here can get me slowdown.

Listen prenature/ u drop prewritten misfavors/ . . got no home . every night you keep screamin' Please Save Us!/
You don't have a house refugee . . . reason after school hours u lurk around . heard u now 'stay below your post' . . . like ya Bitten Signature!/

That above B.ITCH Hes an old fairy/ a lean and broke jelly/ i'd kill her on telly/
You don't rap . u sing gospel songs . . our own Sister Rosemary/

Odinma/ that above WITCH I must kill her/ homeless slut . roamin' around Asuani market in short knicker/
Everything about you screams fake . even ya town people . OKRIKA!!!/

His body scents Ay!!! HELL STINKS/ till he lives the house 'fore we say let's breathe/
im a Family Tree . . but u draft lines beneath the soil . so you're a jes like ur nick 'a Damn Seed' !/

I'll beg/ for my goons not to crack his leg/ with harden peg/
Rather I feed his hungry soul . . . when I stab his heart with knife made of garden egg/

i was fuckin ur b:i:t:c:h while u mas.tur.bate/thinking about the next diss is a thing u now contemplate

You still testing?/ forgotten my barz are depressing?/
My verbs got bold pronouns but yours shy . . . they don't impress ME!/

i wont piss on ur face/wen it fuckin burn in flames/she cleaned her a;s;s on ur face and left a s;h;i;t stain/u already late and stil lame/the devil wondering where u hav been

demsid: Me demseeD mKs dem seee d Difference/m d Gr8 king dt f.ucks ur princess/evn my shadow wil scare u off ds earth/5naira u ar a regret. Can smbdy pls help me convert 5naira to pounds sterlin?

n;i;g;g;a u became a pest/im better dan all d rest/u r dissing on a kid whos feelin on ur girl's b;r;e;a;s;t/its just a complement

I chase him away like police and thief/ with sweet nothings that even he admits/
Staple limes to his sabbatical papers . now he's forced to take a Bitter leave!/

dj5naira: I chase him away like police and thief/ with sweet nothings that even he admits/
Staple limes to his sabbatical papers . now he's forced to take a Bitter leave!/

wit all ur failed attemts u stil kip coming/ur flow is bimmering/nothin but blaberin lik stammerin/hav seen better s;h;i;t go down d plumbing/face d fact and start runin/i will tear u apart while ur b;i;t;c;h is watchin

His eyes would be dizzy/ cos he'd be seein' 3D/ when I crump him from a distance/ and make the sheep 'Hove!' cos he's a riffraff/
I drag my party to coal tar and 'Win C' in a Street Dance/

no real lines from 5naira.must b a beginner.i chew up chumps like u right after dinner

The flared rat/ wanna dare cat/ with speech which were dead wack/
I bring no insult to the 21st alphabet . . . but U must be very s.tupid to have said that!/

here comes ur misery diss/took u a century to prepare me d beef/im a victory u fel but u claimd to b concrete/i flushd u lik watery s:h:i:t/...i go hard on u even doe ur soft/ i dont giv a f:u:c:k/i stick a rod down ur b:u:tt/put worms in ur gals c:u:n:t/tak of ur skinny jeans and let ur d:i:ck breathe....im just a demon/wit a gud sence or humor

This ain't no nice script or a heart-felt drama/ got just one question for the hard-fetched liar/
Wincyhov . When will you ever learn to pen spits with perfect grammar?/