richommie:

for nl girls? . .am due call devil/.
cos chickas I do? top level/
if not rokiatu got married . .I wl ve. .emmm but now? lol. .am always on lala247/

She don marry

Oooh Damn!

Lemme take it back to the days, when I raised with torches
Bis applauds, gees absconds, I waylaid the bosses
When Jigs spew rich bars over these ragàmuffins
I was getting down team bars, and built haters coffins


I told myself, stay away from Mikuz and Alexpissu beef
I wondered how Kim managed to put clips in Alexpissu's teeth
AlexBitchu re-plied, and sent Cardiac arrest into Kim
Kim, my clips tougher than what Alex hit you with

I can't help it, but try to separate two bîtches fighting
Alex, you're like 35, no child, no wife, when we call you rich, we lying
Shut the fûck up,you dimwîtted fellow, I can see your future getting bleaker than ever, I can see the true witch behind it

Your mama dawg!

In 2014, I smacked FFR, it was me gees followed up
Fire spitting, The Phoenix got wiped by a raging holocaust
Get Dópe or die trying was the motto dawg
Till picking 5 numb bars out of 90 will be like a dream, I'm the Lotto dawg


Bitchhommie, before rap you was a digger from the North
Your pop was one too, nice pass, yet they treated you with scorn
Calculate, If you dare try to sneak out of your course
You'd return, wrapped in mats, to the pit where you were born

JigsawKillah:
Nobody now reasons with text, except it's written from vets
Except the bîtches get wet, pûssy dripping for sex
Except it's a story of a wack gee, spitting the lead
Except it's a story of a black bîtch, giving a head
See I'm poetic, I script like Nasir Jones would do
Flip lyrics like Rakim Allah was known to do
Bars so Precious like the first car, sold to you
Always skimming, like I was late, reading a bogus book
Ripping Rhymes like my Nigga Eric and wife Char
Days gone wrong now, I barely do right bars
Then, I'd hot flip schemes then pop 16s every 10 minutes
My pen did it, stayed sharp, I slayed men with it
Thug poet, decode my flows, I write for the Vikings and Pyrates
Birds above the sky, Mafias nods, Fine boys they gyrate
When I ain't coke slanging, I'm robbing the highways
And Niggas like Giyazz doesn't last long in my days
Niggas run around and pass out with a gun to they face
Soldiers scared of the war, and they run to they base
Semi automatic rifles, 8 round pumping action
Berettas begging to rest, gees steady getting lead in they chest
Niggas run, and tell you what they fled from is death
We no who the chickens are, they'd get fried like it's Xmas day
I'm meat hunting, doing it the old Texas way
My Chains Saw your brains off, massacre
Gather the bodies in the church, and mass occur
I no who the Lame Are, they bare signs like a School Boy Cue
I'll take A B Soul, this J rocks, what are you gone do?

wicked

Feel the fundamental truth from the prophetic MC
These kinetic bars of mine inspired by God's mercy
This no story telling ,poetry or xenophobic scripts
Leverage the myth we all marching without strips
Name uttered ...If I was weak my verse won't be credited
The Hip-Hop version of Christ I was predicted
Have seen the future each day comes with a rhythm
Life is not a dream only a few see pass the theme
Am channelling my thoughts creating my own mindset
Call it YOGA imagining life through typeset
Worst kind villian , illmatic with automatic force
Stillmatic Nas inclined lines comes with clause
Niggaz be jerking off my sheets like am their fvcking problem
Am a goblin but u's a fallen woman similar to a gobble
I deal with enemies right summoning their spirits
Am deeply rooted in all lyrics ...carrying all the secrets
I don't play fair like a game with no rules
Stay true to your gimmicks got no words to ambush fools
What is a verse disconnected withno chapters
He posted a picture wearing blacks new Deltan actors
Am full of explosives to the world am a disaster
Know why my crew executives are pastors and masters
Minimise the issue in mix of terror am a Hellboy
Dissing me for a fan base u should be schooled like a bellboy
The technique in my penmanship turned rap monopoly
This apocalypse summit I laid it up properly
These cats will never acheive grateness like I wrote in Hebrews
No zebra crossing my lines focus on the previews

I'm no militant, but I'm the Government of the creeks
When I kidnap a spy, I torture them till they speak
Burst holes and drill the blood off them till they weak
My shots hit them in the knees, they practically calling death to be quick
You lack common sense of the street, your lyrics are soft
Your career is impotent, we're yet to have a peek of your sun
Many years in this game, not for once you're even listing your songs?
I mean, you're that broke? The message you're preaching is wrong
You're outdated like the phone Gottoboy is seeing this from
You're style is trash, what you really need is reform
What you need is a gun, to end your miserable existence
I bet your pop fûcked your mom after her unending insistence
You ain't true to the game, you're just filled with pretence
The same you who left when the heat here was intense
Nobody takes you seriously, like Pele's speeches
Today you're satan, tomorrow you're a Christian, you think we all here are bîtches?
Wanna go toe to toe? Bro, you'll fall on your face
If you do not bow down? Bro, I'll take a pîss on your grave
Banana clips hit you, I go realer, you'll never Jigsaw is fake
Surely, my goodness with bars, I show no mercy
Bullets shall follow him, if he feigns death, they'd sit on his grave
My goons Wesley, they keep taking snipes at your parents
You're Wesley? You dumb Snipe! Niggas laugh at your talents
They call you Alex? Like Alexandra? Bîtch you're female
So when I call you Alex-bitchu? You no it's still the same
I take out my pen, God bless this rap, God bless this gat
You ain't no shît about Cue B, you ain't seen the USA map
I Klin this gat, Aerial shots fly, Dit-ah-gent's source of life
Your wackness is something we're used to, like PHCN's short supply

The vulture feeds on what is dead ...literally u fly in the ointment
APC back to sweep the creeks ...do we talk about appointment
U crossing a crucifix like God did your creation wrong
Am on ascension I summon your fore fathers for folk song
The sacred texts motivating the jews and free masons
Snails racing ...these rivals never hasten
FG warned ...Gottoboy traumatize with your condomsize
The seeds you realeased on him got u ostracize
This forbidden sin ....U homo personified than Elton
F a gay appeal his death sentence calculated in newton
Kanyol deprived you of peace ...call that crime of heart
Sell your hopes for not having a helluva start
The immortal lyricist bringing nemesis to sobriety clowns
Punchlines weighs in pounds... freestyle with gun sounds
The emptiness in your scripts shows u lonely in life
Stakes get higher on podium in distance I was rife
The black samurai axeing heads for show off
Am the King reason why I get hats doff
Keep your limited life far from this raged villain
Won't make a pretty killing be it in Chillan
Ain't seen defeat(the feet) like a day old infant
I stay intimate with my fist greeting u from a distant
Am sunning you it's time you came to the light
The blinds salutes my sight am perfuming the night
U's a prisoner to these hercules bars I blazin
Suck your apology to the public like corrupt Dazeani
What's up with kid talking guns to sound raw
You so under me like an earthworm embracing the floor
We worry not about you ....u worked for pennies
Your stomach holds plenty of semens sucking twenties
Keep cracking codes while I chart cypher with satistics
Mathematically inclined I kick the ballistics
I poison pen spreading disease to foul mouths
U wouldn't hold a solid ground if Common backed u in South

after i drop this work, you know ima have a bloody bath
so wannabe vet, i hope you copy that
i promised Santa Giyazz mother, he's like; where the shawty at
so i. made a chimney on his dad's house, so he can have her after he has gift delivered in. a body bag


funny how this warlock cries, after losing,
your poor rhymes, are always your undoing,
that generic bullshii gonn have u dead, i swear
Darkrebel666 beat us both,
i manned up, took my loss,
you was a bbitch bout it, so he was forced to do it 3 more times


in my bullet proof, you see less holes,
apart from this nerdy bbitch, i usually respect foes,
when i bag fools, i make it seamless yo,
you been a goat since day one, and you still got the tag on, like store reject clothes


fool, come make i bag you

You're outdated like the phone Gottoboy is seeing
this from

JigSawKillah you are a mad man!

This is the check, that's bigger than what you're banking on
This is the check! Whot? It's crosses you're hanging from
Carpet flows, I ball hard, shots hits you from different angles
You see stars, I manhandle you, using different handles
I don't respect àssholes, my schemes bigger than you
Respect is a trophy, never given to Niggas like you
The figures I brew, knocks out your bars, check my orijin
South South, a home of war ready hungry kids
Audit me, talent varies, multi talented kids exists
Those who dare the devil, and control the 6 6 6
Kids 56, in numbers, revenge the leaders for what they did
Hood is not where you should Go lie at/Goliath, we got Da-Vids/They Vids
The 8 round pumping action speaks, and the Luger
Shotguns, hanging on the window, the Cougar
Standing by the door in white, reps peace, war streets
Destined to cease beside the sails of war fleets
Niger Delta is on fire, to quench it, we picked up guns
Fûck APC! broom is the sign, they're here to sweep us off
Got soldiers to keep us off, Alex man, you gotta sea/see
Its the same Ol'Shun making the bad buzz, rugged is what we gotta bee/be
I'm gangsta, Gats never left my stories
I'm as real as I spit, Fàg, never tempt my homies
Hearts black as the pig's, I'm never scared of blowing
Gats at the niggas I battle with, fûck rap, cheddar must be growing
Rob you, your bîtch, your dad and sped off with the goat's jeep
If he calls me too mild, I'll turn around and ram the jeep into him
Alex, your style is faded, Like Giyazz's designers
Your lyrics too dull, easy for even Iceskidd to decipher

CoughLiarCough
your lines are giving me d Common Cold
at least u tried
at least u're bold
but bro dis is Poker Its time To fold
you don't want to??
Aiii Hold On to your Pair
and watch d river card Hand Me your Gold
bro cause I just got a Royal Flush
swush And down d toilet you go

~ This must be the longest verse in FFR's History.. We reviving FFR
dedicated to cherryice ...


I'm a sinister minister... in this mysterious ministry/ and officially I've successfully...completed the mastery/
of this harmonious..and dubious artistry/ Appreciate the tenability..of my fictitious spirituality/
In less than an hour... I drafted a Zillion religious trilogies/
Overly filled to the brim..I never lacked a thing/ and stealing moments...had me tagged a thief/
was always hacking beats/ so accurately/ and figuratively/ with laxatives/ Apostrophes/ and Adjectives/
so relax a bit/ while I'm infusing...and blending sanity/ with my plainly insane activities/
I'm a manic deity with a crazy ability/ somersaulting lexicons..with great agility/
find me on streets with 9ice... gaining credibility/ Dominating abroad...with Homemade Accessories/ now I'm raising machinery/ not to gun you senseless...but to aim at your family/ and start raining on them rapidly/
I'm like Brutus on the podium..ever blazing with oratory/ crumbling Metas...decapitating similes/
So open your mouths only...to praise this mercenary/ cos I'm venerated on Easter...and celebrated on Halloweens/
but you're a lame commodity/ with traces of melancholy/ and your weak career runs..on failing batteries/
So I'll double mute you...and Incinerate you brutally/ and pepper spray your scrotums...with Irate vocabularies/ Crucify you upside down...and have you laid in the mortuary/
The definition of me...is not on pages of dictionaries/
I had monks salivating...when I came into a monastery/ and they named me a vandal breed/ when I sodomized...and raped them with rosaries/ placed their corpses on the altar...had it taken as offertory/
I'll stab Jill on a Hill..she's marinated in estrogen/ but imma hit her Jackpot...like the lady was a lottery/
Raid Eminem's crib..press Hailie on my lovely dick/ destroy mics with young references... and aging analogies/
I'm NL's Queen-bee.. ... and this place is my colony/ so I'm flirting with your ears...with this lazy theme/ I'm a zany unleashed/
I never chase the fame...the fame chases me/ I stuff bombs in pregnant women...and blow their babies from within/ if we go mathematical... you'll get sprained with Algorithms/
Oxygen-like verse...y'all gon be inhaling this/
Friday the 13th...you'll find me where Jason is/ probably embracing him/ Snatch his hockey mask..and make Jason scream/ when I remorselessly...insert some blades in him/
I'm stronger than Hercules....but you're Wicca than Masonry/ hijacking diplomatic ships...now I'm sailing on immunity/ getting blow jobs from bbitches...like they paying me a salary /
Even Krypton's last son...can't save you from my tyranny/ and like the DJ Premier..y'all hail me as I'm scratching it/
(Gulps a red bull like Slim Shady)



I'll start gunning birds down ..like a game of falconry/ got my love muscle lubricated...to ffuck the hate and adversities/
writing you off in Gothic...or in strange calligraphy/ and i earned a rap degree..from a grade one university/
and if the rhythm ain't sufficient..I'll be lacing it with melodies/ cos I'm indubitably sick....you'll find AIDS in my arteries/
I'm a menacing Artillerist/ utilizing basic weaponry/ to exterminate Jamaicans...In a Reggae community/
cos I'm living a life...plagued with atrocities/ Doors of opportunities ?..you know Alicia gave me keys/
and when my Kisser went official..your Sissy sister craved to kiss !/

(Gulps red bull again)

They think I'm 'Brainless'...but I'm 'Pinky' and a titan/ a keyboard assassin...and my creed is to blight ya/ you'd get scythed before I strike ya/
Not a skinny Jean hipster. . but the grand mic Igniter/ Perceive the savageness of my pen...cos I'm a frightening writer/
its no bragging really..I'm just being Frank like Riijkaard/
Who on this forum...is mightier than this spartan?/ Or who's got a scheme..that's tighter than my pattern?/
Coogar would be eaten by my vipers/ Krone would be skinned if he hyper/ Ibime would be beaten with a pipe and/ Prince would be skinned by my fire/ cos y'all so wack...you couldn't outshine Iggy in a cypher!/

...
Y'all seeing this Nigerian/ ripping the criteria/
My dick is a meat...but still Appealing to Vegetarians/ Strict or Lacto..and even green skinned aliens.!.../ oops

Dropping skeletal lines..kinda bony really/ but the fleshy part...is when I'm boning ninnies/
Testosterone odd.. but them Hoes is even/ and my 16's are ambiguous..with encoded meanings/ and solely, truly/
I be like[i] Big Sean, Kendrick[/i]...cos I control the music/ there's a lamp on my chest though.... and my soul is still lit/
More like a heartless Shakespeare... cos I'm a poetry bully/
I'll have you interred beside Pac...or close to 'biggie'/ and I'm 'notoriously' known... for scolding critics/ and for warming up the coast..with frozen lyrics/
This was coldly written/ and you're supposed to read it/
I was with Stella in Damascus...when they were stoning Steven/ and I rimmed 'Ini 'Edo' ..on the road to 'Benin' !!!/
My imagery's gory..and its so so vivid/ I'll use my weakness as a ladder... to climb above the limits/
This Biafra Veteran..sexed Ebola Victims/ and kicked 6 large planets..out of the solar system/
This would be over in minutes/ but first I'll test my sexual prowess..and get blows from Bridget/
And If your name is 'Joseph'....then I'll ffuck your wife nigga...like the 'Holy Spirit' ! /

Get the chalices on my table..cos I'm wining and dining now/ and y'all shouldn't rap..y'all should be miming now/
and y'all would be crying out/ when I'm rhyming foul/
Consonantal approach..I'll smite your hind with Vowels/ then strike your mind with trowels.../ wash you off in the tub... And have you wiped with Towels.../
I said rhyming now/ and rhyming foul/ I'm just smiling, wilding..and freestyling now
I'm still rhyming now...
Maybe I should I spit a Zodiac bar...so Major Labels...would wanna sign me now !! /

Whoooo !!!


Happy Sunday ...

didnt know this place still exist

I freestyled this in one RV cypher



Freestylaholic....

I'm crazy with this/ blazing his sis/ maiming his gees/ nigga said i'm so cold, cos i came in with freeze/
cheeeeese!.. Take a shot? Yes get grazed with this clips/
i snap his neck like parazzi, since he claiming the glitz/
am i the meanest?/ yes! And i'm the sickest/
you rappers immune, you lack the illness/
i pose lyrical fitness disguised in sick verse/ dis guys believe worse/ n give props to wack rhyming of words/ rookie vets!... Oxymoron/... Your wack lines could make an ox see m0ron,/ tell him his stup1d lines do force him to mourn/
i know! Yes, ... I overexaggerated/ but your wackness can't be over-recap'tulated/
your loss to me has been calculated/ cos you not sick, my man aint/ selling on net! Nigs grossed with ya wack playing/
so i guess i'll just teach, as i'm saying/
y'all know this prof fit, from the props which my bar gain/

See i'm sick with it/ quick with sh1ts/ like disentry, filthy me/ kicking this, when i mimic jet-li, lip film-trick/ flip lyrics/ on this speedy beat/ nd i keep it strict/ no one should mess with me, no farts! i'm skinny, pls/
i stay fly but i desist faeses/

took me few minutes, to play with these words/ the first to make it n drop/ couldn't be late with this shots/ cos i couldn't run out of time if i raced in a clock!/

elymax-cray!

Call out teddybiyasi!

ELYMAXiimus:
Call out teddybiyasi!

user busy

teddybiyasi:


user busy

close those teeth!

Hello

liricyst:
Need to know what I'm doing wrong...been battling on fb and don't think I'm improving much.

I think one of my best ever was when I started out..something like this:

lyrically I do my duty, dirty hands duly, add rappers to my spill sheet....
"your pun chores pile, late" to wanna kill shit....
have mercy bestowed on me lord
cos I only feel his flow....washing my hands in a bowl of his blood!! (you're pontious pilate)

here are my verses for my last two battles

Keys
*last bar...akmi (acme means pinnacle)
Y'all will dig d rest
12lines diss @akmi
Leggo...
They know I'll make him scream &quaver,so on
him they wouldn't dream wager;/
Cos if I 'monitor his brain' & 'project his
thoughts on a screen'....all I would get is a blank
screen saver!!!/
He gets his spleen tasered,to cover everywhere
in weird odd smells...his energy's down as the
nerd muds well.../
Then I drag the bloody mess under the
sunlight...to recharge his red blood cells! !!/
I just ensured his vital organs are messed...I
could've had his soul scarred first.../
and leave his life perplexed,
But I just helped put his heart in his
bars....cardiac arrest!!!!/
Now I go for his mum's head, but not to slay
the mother.../
Cos the whøre can, have heads covered like a
well placed turban.../
Damn,it's music to my ears when she 'blows my
dick'....like the bìtch 'plays the organ'!!!!!/
Then I revive the dead fool..& see if the angels
will attempt to/....
attend to this damned tool
And if any battle ever tempts you../
'Akmi gets a cross stabbed thru his head'....like
am d devil taking Jesus to the pinnacle of the
temple!!!/

Oh...akmi won that battle

Keys:
*phone is bricked
*jewish people all love the religion
* junior says I can improve by battling him
*said he gets real fine dames in a battle with
castor
*didn't post on sunday cos he was cooking
(must be rice)
*remember the change your style nursery
song!!!
*only wireless network uses access points
24lines diss @ badoo Ju ni or
my "bars" are trains that make the Rails-
Shake,going 'stone hard' & real on
this Frail-Fake/
watch em collide with the 'blockhead' like i've
got Failed-Breaks/
& leave proof this 'phoney's bricked'...like a
poorly executed "Jail-Break"!!!!/
Unlike his 'sex drive',my keys crank..to 'turn
on' a big tank/
&make him sleep like I released tranqs/
it's No-Big-gie..when his skin peels as i apply d
heat to this wánk...like he's m.asturbating with
abo-ni-ki!!!!/
he fantasizes 'servicing' 'congregated'
'masses'...and he smears his Spawn/
while he copulates asses & his dick tears their
regions/
He sighs cos now "JU wish people" all love the
"rear legion"/
gay...don't be fooled, ah-spit & drop-sick-classics/
u d one being schooled..& ya-still-dropping-
classes!!/
this Wack's-Best-Joints..are poor like a piggy
bank but Packs-Less-Coins/
I'll make him shake &vibrate like his kinky
ass'-sex-toys/
so he gets 'wired with cables'..for thinking
through me he could 'Ac-cess-Points'!!!!/
Let me Kill-Thine-Claims when I Criuse-To-
Vet-Murk..
You need Re-fined-Names, its no Cru-cial-
Guess-Work/...
That 'badoo with Real-fine-dames'.......must be
the 'So-cial-Net-work/
My flow could damage-Tur-bines...and no doubt
rearRange-Your Spine/....
Then I can fuc.k you with ease in so many
ways...just to help you Change-your-Style/
Why?
His sister's in d garden, playing ball, fulfilling
his wishes/
Mum wears d trousers, watching news..bringing
in the digits/
Dad's doing the dishes...
Looks up at Ju cooking rice & says "damn
son,we the kitchen b.itches!!!"/
and now...
Let's all come up with a way to kill this Weak-
Bros...cut his Dick-Off/
Watch as his Blood Licks-off....Then 'we can'
nail his Bleak-Corpse/
... to a Thick-Cross..To have a 'jew' praying &
believing in Je-sus/

what am I doing wrong asides setups

___wow!!!

Sauron1:
DA CYPHA

Hold the mic with a grip when i'm regularly ciphering scripts
Got no ice on da wrist,but i possess a lyrical license to spit
Ma mighty wisdom will tell u 'life is a gift' and 'death is a curse'
You are proud of being the greatest when u are the best of the worst
I smoke a pound of cess and my enemy n foes say I'm wreckless
While my adversaries stay at da bottom like pros playin tetris
Calling ma name is breathless, this culture is a race of the rappers
To master all of the elements of hip hop and i'm acting it faster
If you are fake and an actor, i ma demolish you in a place of disaster
You couldn't be on top of "the game" if u was dating the rapper
Rivals are facin a master, i'm a living legend like Christ in his time
All civillians wait to get in heaven so i put my 'life on the line'
I'm nice wit da rhymes, the last of a dying breed as a top alliance
Ma inspirational work inspire da audience to stop the violence
Without da cops suppliance, a solo force disposing with no heart
I ma dominate with more written classics than Bethoven n Mozart.

#dopeness____always been wishing to chat with ya,here I'm.

itching to drop______but no landing space.

Liricyst..your buildup is making sense na...don't mind those fb brawlers,as long as you're not their breed they would dickride you...they never seem to understand real bars compared to what they drop...kick his gats/shit he spat...and they called that multix....Feeling like freestyling tho ..

Alexpissu:
The vulture feeds on what is dead ...literally u fly in the ointment
APC back to sweep the creeks ...do we talk about appointment
U crossing a crucifix like God did your creation wrong
Am on ascension I summon your fore fathers for folk song
The sacred texts motivating the jews and free masons
Snails racing ...these rivals never hasten
FG warned ...Gottoboy traumatize with your condomsize
The seeds you realeased on him got u ostracize
This forbidden sin ....U homo personified than Elton
F a gay appeal his death sentence calculated in newton
Kanyol deprived you of peace ...call that crime of heart
Sell your hopes for not having a helluva start
The immortal lyricist bringing nemesis to sobriety clowns
Punchlines weighs in pounds... freestyle with gun sounds
The emptiness in your scripts shows u lonely in life
Stakes get higher on podium in distance I was rife
The black samurai axeing heads for show off
Am the King reason why I get hats doff
Keep your limited life far from this raged villain
Won't make a pretty killing be it in Chillan
Ain't seen defeat(the feet) like a day old infant
I stay intimate with my fist greeting u from a distant
Am sunning you it's time you came to the light
The blinds salutes my sight am perfuming the night
U's a prisoner to these hercules bars I blazin
Suck your apology to the public like corrupt Dazeani
What's up with kid talking guns to sound raw
You so under me like an earthworm embracing the floor
We worry not about you ....u worked for pennies
Your stomach holds plenty of semens sucking twenties
Keep cracking codes while I chart cypher with satistics
Mathematically inclined I kick the ballistics
I poison pen spreading disease to foul mouths
U wouldn't hold a solid ground if Common backed u in South

Guy you are too good.

haven't seen him.

Sauron1:
DA CYPHA
Hold the mic with a grip when i'm regularly ciphering scripts Got no ice on da wrist,but i possess a lyrical license to spit Ma mighty wisdom will tell u 'life is a gift' and 'death is a curse' You are proud of being the greatest when u are the best of the worst I smoke a pound of cess and my enemy n foes say I'm wreckless While my adversaries stay at da bottom like pros playin tetris Calling ma name is breathless, this culture is a race of the rappers To master all of the elements of hip hop and i'm acting it faster If you are fake and an actor, i ma demolish you in a place of disaster You couldn't be on top of "the game" if u was dating the rapper Rivals are facin a master, i'm a living legend like Christ in his time All civillians wait to get in heaven so i put my 'life on the line' I'm nice wit da rhymes, the last of a dying breed as a top alliance Ma inspirational work inspire da audience to stop the violence Without da cops suppliance, a solo force disposing with no heart I ma dominate with more written classics than Bethoven n Mozart.

dope one

UlqU3:
Hello

hi... You're welcome,,,,, provided you accept my call out.

ELYMAXiimus:
hi... You're welcome,,,,, provided you accept my call out.

Close that teeth