Ibime:



Better late than never. . . . long day. . . .


I'm from a broken home. . . this nigga actually said/
My parents still together. . . . get that fact through your head/
Throwing stones from a glass house. . . . get you shattered instead/
Are your parents still together?. . . NO!. . .cos your daddy is dead!/
That ain’t a punchline. . . . that’s just stating a fact/
You mention Bis?. . . . I send you where that nigga taking his nap/
He came in boasting "Google Oba Aromo. . . . my family got rep son”/
Then Oba Aromolaran got exposed for stealing public cheque funds/
He started wailing. . . "my dad died. . . you didn’t google the correct one"/
Well, in my opinion . . . . the only good thief is a dead one!/
I didn’t wanna bring his dad in the cipher/ but he trampled a viper/
Soon as he brought family into it. . . . that’s the decider!/
Since the thief died. . . . his mother been attached to a heifer/
Breaching anti-gay laws. . . . and having ratchets inside her/
Peeping at the maid in the shower. . . . and making advance on the minor/
And they been engaging 'in sex'. . . . since the 'black widow spied her'!!/ (black widow spider)
You cross the line. . . .. now we fully heartless nigga/
singing Gnarls Barkley. . . . Gone Daddy Gone. . . . for the departed father figure/
My father figured. . . to teach me 'indices'. . . so I won’t end up an artist nigga/
You an artist nigga. . . cos ya father 'in decease'. . . and never taught you father figures!/
Bipolar emotional bytch nigga. . . lacking masculine direction/
You’ll be heading for Yaba Left . . . without a rapid intervention/
You mentioning my wife . . . but my pipe is strong/ and my python long/
Been married 3 years. . . . and family planning. . . . cos my wife is young/
Something his father shoulda done. . . . to save this waste of a pipe/
Giyazz beat him to stupor. . . . now I'ma put his face on a spike/
cos if 'G-Let' him live. . . .then with these 'razors'. . . I’m taking his life!!/
Fact is this/ You'll never be respected by cats like Bis/
cos you act a bytch/ and ya rhymes contain a lot of grammar. . . but you lacking wit/
Long azz quatrains without landing a jab that hits/
I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint". . . "in other words, I'm wack as shyt"!/
Go against Bis and your days are done/
Real emcees dont need long quatrains to spit amazing puns/
That's for slow-witted lazy scum/
Only takes 2 lines from Bis . .and your fate is spun/
I'll force ropes through your mouth. . . and make you 'lace' your tongue/
You'll get 'dissed till'. . . they swear that I was making 'rum'!/
You a 'drug mule'. . . Giyazz, Max, Krone and 'co caned' your bum/
That's 3 plays in one Quatrain. . . you're done!/
But don't thank me for the training son/
Just phock off back to romance section. . . where they chased you from!/
Always boasting of ya family money . . . . immature bytch nigga/
This ain’t a punchline. . . . but this bytch nigga on FFR. . . . and brought along his big sister!/
I made wealth off my own sweat . . . . in your world. . . I’m a rich nigga/
But this gun’ll have you speaking 'Arabic'. . . . if you try to take 'Bis milla'!!/
Switch nigga. . . .the áss whipping will be a grevious offence/
You best use your next verse to plead and repent/. . . . before another beating commence!/



oNe!

GLACIERZ:
yo Bis . . .how you doing?

JigsawKillah:
Chestar5





Nice!


You're welcome

dj5naira:
007 you're a woman, synonymical to boo, she, les/ someone who could be wooed, kissed, pressed/
You overwork urself chattin' all day . now ur “system is shuttin' down”. prevent this, “go buy UPS!!”/

Quit ya screwed frees, yes/ noticed u come best in comedy, straight words to this pig/
Ought not 2 have registered as a rapper, yu should be performin' this weekend at The Lords of the Ribs/

We don't need ur audio again, was told u got singin' cords of a kid/ Saw! Its u im talkin' to slut, Mrs. Diana the filthy wife/
Ya artillery schemes “old, still gat a long way to go” . . . “naija @ 55!!”/

I diss~burse haters damn quickly, live/ ure chicken salad, with fork n knife i'll eat you nice/
Once this ritualist handles ur face, your losin' two eyes ......the same artiste who beat you twice/

My mojos' expensive . he's still yet to meet the price/
Dad bathin' so while grindin' his blood, he warns his sister "...when he's phockin' comin' shout!!"/
So much 4a cocklicker that when he talks we observe hen feathers droppin' from his mouth/

Hearts throbbin' up way South/ forest & Bayelsa rulers respects this gritty guys' say/
when it saw my teeth and ma claws coated with silver, Lion begged ...pi-ty me prey/

These hippies don't come pretty & cray/ that's why my fine rhymes will have all their blather flushed/
Some people here look “old & abandoned” ...government property, they've begin to “gather dust!!”/

I believe Emaprince to dust Kr0ne if they ever face-off to fire curse/
You think otherwise? No need to para yet/ stake ur savings on any site, yu'll lose but its a sure win if naira bet/

Chestar5:


lol, are u suprised to realise am also interested in dis type of enterprise, if u know wat i mean ......

GLACIERZ:
Rhymes off the top. .





Im known from Airforce base to garrison/
So there aint no rhyme or reason. . .why yall shouldnt listen/
Cos any nigga caught dissing. .
Will be charged with treason. .and sent to prison!/
I have this weapon. . .that make me kill a nigga with a classic written/
But yall who cant type sh¡t need some teaching. . .so I give it to you with Mavis Beacon/
I have this feeling to call out a nigga i dont like. . .and put his head on a spike/
Then sag my shorts and talk how i like. . .cos i got no f*cking principle like a public school on strike/
Oh shyte. . .even my girl love that my flow tight/
Everyday I wake her up with a kiss like snow white/
Its so right. . .your b¡tches faker than brazillian hair. . She Afro-dite!/
Alright . . .yall bowwow's . .but i do it like K.Lamar/
When you see me afar. .you better board a car/
Cos my gun sound 'pow pow' . . .but yours 'gbo gbo' . .like you want to push cara!!/
Let me make it open/your rhymes are all stolen/
Im the only nigga who been out a whole year on this forum/
Come back and write like a Times reporter on a weekly column/
So yall better not f*ck with me/I beat you to a first degree/
But if you must  . .your b¡tch gon pay the fee/because my d¡ck aint for free/
This particular nigga once wrote good frees/
but now  this other nigga eat him like cheese/
He was A man of the people . . .but Achebe is no longer at ease/
None of you n¡ggas are grown/claiming yall stars at home/
But I got a galaxy of my own/and its not your samsung phone!/
King of the jungle. .and serious minded/but yall fat a$$ monkeys blinded/
Got your head way up your a$$es. . .only national geographic could find it!/
I been to every club from Los Angeles to France/bumping to bandz a make her dance/
I get in through the elevator. . .but yall pupils couldnt pass the common entrance!/
During the semester. . I seldom rap/now yall ll see a lotta bars like you got indicted for a felon act/
Even MTN ll applaud these bars i dropped . . .and embrace me with a Welcome Back!/

JigsawKillah:


hehe

Ibime:



Better late than never. . . . long day. . . .


I'm from a broken home. . . this nigga actually said/
My parents still together. . . . get that fact through your head/
Throwing stones from a glass house. . . . get you shattered instead/
Are your parents still together?. . . NO!. . .cos your daddy is dead!/
That ain’t a punchline. . . . that’s just stating a fact/
You mention Bis?. . . . I send you where that nigga taking his nap/
He came in boasting "Google Oba Aromo. . . . my family got rep son”/
Then Oba Aromolaran got exposed for stealing public cheque funds/
He started wailing. . . "my dad died. . . you didn’t google the correct one"/
Well, in my opinion . . . . the only good thief is a dead one!/
I didn’t wanna bring his dad in the cipher/ but he trampled a viper/
Soon as he brought family into it. . . . that’s the decider!/
Since the thief died. . . . his mother been attached to a heifer/
Breaching anti-gay laws. . . . and having ratchets inside her/
Peeping at the maid in the shower. . . . and making advance on the minor/
And they been engaging 'in sex'. . . . since the 'black widow spied her'!!/ (black widow spider)
You cross the line. . . .. now we fully heartless nigga/
singing Gnarls Barkley. . . . Gone Daddy Gone. . . . for the departed father figure/
My father figured. . . to teach me 'indices'. . . so I won’t end up an artist nigga/
You an artist nigga. . . cos ya father 'in decease'. . . and never taught you father figures!/
Bipolar emotional bytch nigga. . . lacking masculine direction/
You’ll be heading for Yaba Left . . . without a rapid intervention/
You mentioning my wife . . . but my pipe is strong/ and my python long/
Been married 3 years. . . . and family planning. . . . cos my wife is young/
Something his father shoulda done. . . . to save this waste of a pipe/
Giyazz beat him to stupor. . . . now I'ma put his face on a spike/
cos if 'G-Let' him live. . . .then with these 'razors'. . . I’m taking his life!!/
Fact is this/ You'll never be respected by cats like Bis/
cos you act a bytch/ and ya rhymes contain a lot of grammar. . . but you lacking wit/
Long azz quatrains without landing a jab that hits/
I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint". . . "in other words, I'm wack as shyt"!/
Go against Bis and your days are done/
Real emcees dont need long quatrains to spit amazing puns/
That's for slow-witted lazy scum/
Only takes 2 lines from Bis . .and your fate is spun/
I'll force ropes through your mouth. . . and make you 'lace' your tongue/
You'll get 'dissed till'. . . they swear that I was making 'rum'!/
You a 'drug mule'. . . Giyazz, Max, Krone and 'co caned' your bum/
That's 3 plays in one Quatrain. . . you're done!/
But don't thank me for the training son/
Just phock off back to romance section. . . where they chased you from!/
Always boasting of ya family money . . . . immature bytch nigga/
This ain’t a punchline. . . . but this bytch nigga on FFR. . . . and brought along his big sister!/
I made wealth off my own sweat . . . . in your world. . . I’m a rich nigga/
But this gun’ll have you speaking 'Arabic'. . . . if you try to take 'Bis milla'!!/
Switch nigga. . . .the áss whipping will be a grevious offence/
You best use your next verse to plead and repent/. . . . before another beating commence!/



oNe!

kr0ne:
Ibime, thunder fire you!

Chestar5:


okay o, treat me well o unless i go blow off ur head

Ibime:
I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint". . . "in other words, I'm wack as shyt"!/

Ibime:
Been married 3 years. . . . and family planning. . . . cos my wife is young/

Ibime:



Better late than never. . . . long day. . . .


I'm from a broken home. . . this nigga actually said/
My parents still together. . . . get that fact through your head/
Throwing stones from a glass house. . . . get you shattered instead/
Are your parents still together?. . . NO!. . .cos your daddy is dead!/
That ain’t a punchline. . . . that’s just stating a fact/
You mention Bis?. . . . I send you where that nigga taking his nap/
He came in boasting "Google Oba Aromo. . . . my family got rep son”/
Then Oba Aromolaran got exposed for stealing public cheque funds/
He started wailing. . . "my dad died. . . you didn’t google the correct one"/
Well, in my opinion . . . . the only good thief is a dead one!/
I didn’t wanna bring his dad in the cipher/ but he trampled a viper/
Soon as he brought family into it. . . . that’s the decider!/
Since the thief died. . . . his mother been attached to a heifer/
Breaching anti-gay laws. . . . and having ratchets inside her/
Peeping at the maid in the shower. . . . and making advance on the minor/
And they been engaging 'in sex'. . . . since the 'black widow spied her'!!/ (black widow spider)
You cross the line. . . .. now we fully heartless nigga/
singing Gnarls Barkley. . . . Gone Daddy Gone. . . . for the departed father figure/
My father figured. . . to teach me 'indices'. . . so I won’t end up an artist nigga/
You an artist nigga. . . cos ya father 'in decease'. . . and never taught you father figures!/
Bipolar emotional bytch nigga. . . lacking masculine direction/
You’ll be heading for Yaba Left . . . without a rapid intervention/
You mentioning my wife . . . but my pipe is strong/ and my python long/
Been married 3 years. . . . and family planning. . . . cos my wife is young/
Something his father shoulda done. . . . to save this waste of a pipe/
Giyazz beat him to stupor. . . . now I'ma put his face on a spike/
cos if 'G-Let' him live. . . .then with these 'razors'. . . I’m taking his life!!/
Fact is this/ You'll never be respected by cats like Bis/
cos you act a bytch/ and ya rhymes contain a lot of grammar. . . but you lacking wit/
Long azz quatrains without landing a jab that hits/
I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint". . . "in other words, I'm wack as shyt"!/
Go against Bis and your days are done/
Real emcees dont need long quatrains to spit amazing puns/
That's for slow-witted lazy scum/
Only takes 2 lines from Bis . .and your fate is spun/
I'll force ropes through your mouth. . . and make you 'lace' your tongue/
You'll get 'dissed till'. . . they swear that I was making 'rum'!/
You a 'drug mule'. . . Giyazz, Max, Krone and 'co caned' your bum/
That's 3 plays in one Quatrain. . . you're done!/
But don't thank me for the training son/
Just phock off back to romance section. . . where they chased you from!/
Always boasting of ya family money . . . . immature bytch nigga/
This ain’t a punchline. . . . but this bytch nigga on FFR. . . . and brought along his big sister!/
I made wealth off my own sweat . . . . in your world. . . I’m a rich nigga/
But this gun’ll have you speaking 'Arabic'. . . . if you try to take 'Bis milla'!!/
Switch nigga. . . .the áss whipping will be a grevious offence/
You best use your next verse to plead and repent/. . . . before another beating commence!/



oNe!

Ibime:



Better late than never. . . . long day. . . .


I'm from a broken home. . . this nigga actually said/
My parents still together. . . . get that fact through your head/
Throwing stones from a glass house. . . . get you shattered instead/
Are your parents still together?. . . NO!. . .cos your daddy is dead!/
That ain’t a punchline. . . . that’s just stating a fact/
You mention Bis?. . . . I send you where that nigga taking his nap/
He came in boasting "Google Oba Aromo. . . . my family got rep son”/
Then Oba Aromolaran got exposed for stealing public cheque funds/
He started wailing. . . "my dad died. . . you didn’t google the correct one"/
Well, in my opinion . . . . the only good thief is a dead one!/
I didn’t wanna bring his dad in the cipher/ but he trampled a viper/
Soon as he brought family into it. . . . that’s the decider!/
Since the thief died. . . . his mother been attached to a heifer/
Breaching anti-gay laws. . . . and having ratchets inside her/
Peeping at the maid in the shower. . . . and making advance on the minor/
And they been engaging 'in sex'. . . . since the 'black widow spied her'!!/ (black widow spider)
You cross the line. . . .. now we fully heartless nigga/
singing Gnarls Barkley. . . . Gone Daddy Gone. . . . for the departed father figure/
My father figured. . . to teach me 'indices'. . . so I won’t end up an artist nigga/
You an artist nigga. . . cos ya father 'in decease'. . . and never taught you father figures!/
Bipolar emotional bytch nigga. . . lacking masculine direction/
You’ll be heading for Yaba Left . . . without a rapid intervention/
You mentioning my wife . . . but my pipe is strong/ and my python long/
Been married 3 years. . . . and family planning. . . . cos my wife is young/
Something his father shoulda done. . . . to save this waste of a pipe/
Giyazz beat him to stupor. . . . now I'ma put his face on a spike/
cos if 'G-Let' him live. . . .then with these 'razors'. . . I’m taking his life!!/
Fact is this/ You'll never be respected by cats like Bis/
cos you act a bytch/ and ya rhymes contain a lot of grammar. . . but you lacking wit/
Long azz quatrains without landing a jab that hits/
I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint". . . "in other words, I'm wack as shyt"!/
Go against Bis and your days are done/
Real emcees dont need long quatrains to spit amazing puns/
That's for slow-witted lazy scum/
Only takes 2 lines from Bis . .and your fate is spun/
I'll force ropes through your mouth. . . and make you 'lace' your tongue/
You'll get 'dissed till'. . . they swear that I was making 'rum'!/
You a 'drug mule'. . . Giyazz, Max, Krone and 'co caned' your bum/
That's 3 plays in one Quatrain. . . you're done!/
But don't thank me for the training son/
Just phock off back to romance section. . . where they chased you from!/
Always boasting of ya family money . . . . immature bytch nigga/
This ain’t a punchline. . . . but this bytch nigga on FFR. . . . and brought along his big sister!/
I made wealth off my own sweat . . . . in your world. . . I’m a rich nigga/
But this gun’ll have you speaking 'Arabic'. . . . if you try to take 'Bis milla'!!/
Switch nigga. . . .the áss whipping will be a grevious offence/
You best use your next verse to plead and repent/. . . . before another beating commence!/



oNe!

darkenedrebel:
IBIME THE IMPOTENT ALBINO





It's the entry of TheRebel/ I'm getting every medal/& bringing heavy metals...since he envying my level/ & no I'm not God-sent……… .but that don't mean I'm wack.....It means I'm sentry of the devil!/

FOOL!!!

Everything he wrote is gaffe/ You heard the mofo yap/ That Giyazz hit me....& made the fofo blast/But I've killed him 4 times....With ferocious raps/So It's 4 versus 1....It's quite evident fool.....That you don't know Math!/

How did i run from romance? Get this homie a vest/ Cos I'm reloading the tech/ & a shot from the glock....would expose all his lies.........That's a Polygraph test!/

If he still disses my dad.. .I'll slit this minion/With sick precision/Then make slugs 'cross-check' his mind......Mental 'Crucifixion!'/

If he still disses my dad.....I'll klamp the damn gay/I'm armed with nine blades/Spill his blood on his shirt.....When I slice the fäg's face/ Till you find Bis on red........Like It's Valentine's day!/

If he still disses my dad.....I'll dent him with bars/ & leave the gremlin with scars/ & It's not a 'Punctuation mark'.....When this 'K Dot' his face.....like he 'Kendrick Lamar!'/

If he still disses my...Sike!.....I ain't doing that again/ I'm moving now with rage/If he's found in my borough...his foot is getting sprained/ It ain't Superman Lois.....But when that tool is set & aimed......I'd shoot this fool down in the Lane!/

If I grab Mrs Ibime...I get the ratchet slapped/She'd be gagged & stabbed/Till Bis Begging for her life.....like that Madcon track!/

I'll gorge out her eyes...Cos I'm a beast that growls/ I'll rip her snout/So call me M.I Abaga....cos after I kick the lout/ I'll slit her stomach. ..& leave her with a Bad Belle.........It's allowed It's allowed!/

If she survives the ordeal..I'll stuff my phällus in her rear/ Her Vägina would wear/ & just to kill her off...I'll ram her on the stairs/Before my raggity spears....would penetrate his wife.....Extra-marital affair!/

When I beat this sly with steel lead/This guy will need med/Fore' I drop his scrötum on his skull.....translation?....Ibime dies a Dick-head/




See the stories he told/Filthy Pinochio rogue/Accept you are impotent....or I wrap your throat round this rope/Facts of life.....Ibime couldn't bring a Kid in...if he told us a Joke!/

35 year old bumpkin......Yet he thinks that he fly/When he visits the village...This imp never smiles/ His parents come out the hut....looking weak & senile/ First thing his father says? ..... Ibime my son, when would you give us a child?/

Ibime's a dirt nincompoop/ Sterile & useless..& a senseless dumb boob/ Even Martin Luther knows.....That Bis dreams of being a father.....will never come true!/

Ibime's a Tranny....& he's not prudent/ He a daft student/I'll kill his mom & dad...WIth these brash bullets/ Wait!......Didn't you get the bar?.....I said I'll kill this Trans Parent.......Like they Translucent!/

I'll maim this tout / In this crazy bout/Till he gives up the ghost..... Like Nairalanders tired.....of their alternate accounts/

My father was a hero....Who was holier than the Pope/He gave the hopeless some hope/ & the homeless a home/ Did charity works with humility....& gave the näked some clothes/The earth lost a jewel when he died....He was mourned by the globe/So this is not a diss......It's a solemn prayer......May God rest his soul/

But Ibime's Father?

Is Con artist.. & a sordid coon/ Your father's the thief not mine...& I got solid proof/ Cos your Dad's like the Green Archer.....A notorious crook....Known for Robbing Hoods!/

Ibime:



Better late than never. . . . long day. . . .


I'm from a broken home. . . this nigga actually said/
My parents still together. . . . get that fact through your head/
Throwing stones from a glass house. . . . get you shattered instead/
Are your parents still together?. . . NO!. . .cos your daddy is dead!/
That ain’t a punchline. . . . that’s just stating a fact/
You mention Bis?. . . . I send you where that nigga taking his nap/
He came in boasting "Google Oba Aromo. . . . my family got rep son”/
Then Oba Aromolaran got exposed for stealing public cheque funds/
He started wailing. . . "my dad died. . . you didn’t google the correct one"/
Well, in my opinion . . . . the only good thief is a dead one!/
I didn’t wanna bring his dad in the cipher/ but he trampled a viper/
Soon as he brought family into it. . . . that’s the decider!/
Since the thief died. . . . his mother been attached to a heifer/
Breaching anti-gay laws. . . . and having ratchets inside her/
Peeping at the maid in the shower. . . . and making advance on the minor/
And they been engaging 'in sex'. . . . since the 'black widow spied her'!!/ (black widow spider)
You cross the line. . . .. now we fully heartless nigga/
singing Gnarls Barkley. . . . Gone Daddy Gone. . . . for the departed father figure/
My father figured. . . to teach me 'indices'. . . so I won’t end up an artist nigga/
You an artist nigga. . . cos ya father 'in decease'. . . and never taught you father figures!/
Bipolar emotional bytch nigga. . . lacking masculine direction/
You’ll be heading for Yaba Left . . . without a rapid intervention/
You mentioning my wife . . . but my pipe is strong/ and my python long/
Been married 3 years. . . . and family planning. . . . cos my wife is young/
Something his father shoulda done. . . . to save this waste of a pipe/
Giyazz beat him to stupor. . . . now I'ma put his face on a spike/
cos if 'G-Let' him live. . . .then with these 'razors'. . . I’m taking his life!!/
Fact is this/ You'll never be respected by cats like Bis/
cos you act a bytch/ and ya rhymes contain a lot of grammar. . . but you lacking wit/
Long azz quatrains without landing a jab that hits/
I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint". . . "in other words, I'm wack as shyt"!/
Go against Bis and your days are done/
Real emcees dont need long quatrains to spit amazing puns/
That's for slow-witted lazy scum/
Only takes 2 lines from Bis . .and your fate is spun/
I'll force ropes through your mouth. . . and make you 'lace' your tongue/
You'll get 'dissed till'. . . they swear that I was making 'rum'!/
You a 'drug mule'. . . Giyazz, Max, Krone and 'co caned' your bum/
That's 3 plays in one Quatrain. . . you're done!/
But don't thank me for the training son/
Just phock off back to romance section. . . where they chased you from!/
Always boasting of ya family money . . . . immature bytch nigga/
This ain’t a punchline. . . . but this bytch nigga on FFR. . . . and brought along his big sister!/
I made wealth off my own sweat . . . . in your world. . . I’m a rich nigga/
But this gun’ll have you speaking 'Arabic'. . . . if you try to take 'Bis milla'!!/
Switch nigga. . . .the áss whipping will be a grevious offence/
You best use your next verse to plead and repent/. . . . before another beating commence!/



oNe!

Ibime:




He came in boasting "Google Oba Aromo. . . . my family got rep son”/
Then Oba Aromolaran got exposed for stealing public cheque funds/
He started wailing. . . "my dad died. . . you didn’t google the correct one"/
Well, in my opinion . . . . the only good thief is a dead one!/

singing Gnarls Barkley. . . . Gone Daddy Gone. . . . for the departed father figure/
My father figured. . . to teach me 'indices'. . . so I won’t end up an artist nigga/
You an artist nigga. . . cos ya father 'in decease'. . . and never taught you father figures!/


I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint". . . "in other words, I'm wack as shyt"!/
Go against Bis and your days are done/
Real emcees dont need long quatrains to spit amazing puns/
That's for slow-witted lazy scum/
Only takes 2 lines from Bis . .and your fate is spun/
I'll force ropes through your mouth. . . and make you 'lace' your tongue/
You'll get 'dissed till'. . . they swear that I was making 'rum'!/
You a 'drug mule'. . . Giyazz, Max, Krone and 'co caned' your bum/
That's 3 plays in one Quatrain. . . you're done!/

This ain’t a punchline. . . . but this bytch nigga on FFR. . . . and brought along his big sister!/

Ibime:
I swear some ninjas got some social media skills. . . . I enter meeting for 1hr, came back later and my verse had 10 extra likes and 10 extra shares. . . . na una sabi oh. . . maybe Rebel has enemies and they waging a social media war against him by sharing my verse multiple times. . . .hahahaha. . . . BTW, decent comeback by Rebel. . . .

Ibime:



Better late than never. . . . long day. . . .


I'm from a broken home. . . this nigga actually said/
My parents still together. . . . get that fact through your head/
Throwing stones from a glass house. . . . get you shattered instead/
Are your parents still together?. . . NO!. . .cos your daddy is dead!/
That ain’t a punchline. . . . that’s just stating a fact/
You mention Bis?. . . . I send you where that nigga taking his nap/
He came in boasting "Google Oba Aromo. . . . my family got rep son”/
Then Oba Aromolaran got exposed for stealing public cheque funds/
He started wailing. . . "my dad died. . . you didn’t google the correct one"/
Well, in my opinion . . . . the only good thief is a dead one!/
I didn’t wanna bring his dad in the cipher/ but he trampled a viper/
Soon as he brought family into it. . . . that’s the decider!/
Since the thief died. . . . his mother been attached to a heifer/
Breaching anti-gay laws. . . . and having ratchets inside her/
Peeping at the maid in the shower. . . . and making advance on the minor/
And they been engaging 'in sex'. . . . since the 'black widow spied her'!!/ (black widow spider)
You cross the line. . . .. now we fully heartless nigga/
singing Gnarls Barkley. . . . Gone Daddy Gone. . . . for the departed father figure/
My father figured. . . to teach me 'indices'. . . so I won’t end up an artist nigga/
You an artist nigga. . . cos ya father 'in decease'. . . and never taught you father figures!/
Bipolar emotional bytch nigga. . . lacking masculine direction/
You’ll be heading for Yaba Left . . . without a rapid intervention/
You mentioning my wife . . . but my pipe is strong/ and my python long/
Been married 3 years. . . . and family planning. . . . cos my wife is young/
Something his father shoulda done. . . . to save this waste of a pipe/
Giyazz beat him to stupor. . . . now I'ma put his face on a spike/
cos if 'G-Let' him live. . . .then with these 'razors'. . . I’m taking his life!!/
Fact is this/ You'll never be respected by cats like Bis/
cos you act a bytch/ and ya rhymes contain a lot of grammar. . . but you lacking wit/
Long azz quatrains without landing a jab that hits/
I'm antonymous to a God-sent saint". . . "in other words, I'm wack as shyt"!/
Go against Bis and your days are done/
Real emcees dont need long quatrains to spit amazing puns/
That's for slow-witted lazy scum/
Only takes 2 lines from Bis . .and your fate is spun/
I'll force ropes through your mouth. . . and make you 'lace' your tongue/
You'll get 'dissed till'. . . they swear that I was making 'rum'!/
You a 'drug mule'. . . Giyazz, Max, Krone and 'co caned' your bum/
That's 3 plays in one Quatrain. . . you're done!/
But don't thank me for the training son/
Just phock off back to romance section. . . where they chased you from!/
Always boasting of ya family money . . . . immature bytch nigga/
This ain’t a punchline. . . . but this bytch nigga on FFR. . . . and brought along his big sister!/
I made wealth off my own sweat . . . . in your world. . . I’m a rich nigga/
But this gun’ll have you speaking 'Arabic'. . . . if you try to take 'Bis milla'!!/
Switch nigga. . . .the áss whipping will be a grevious offence/
You best use your next verse to plead and repent/. . . . before another beating commence!/



oNe!

JigsawKillah:

Father died a thief. . . Grandpa died a thief. . . He steals lines. . . Is he the new King of the thieves?

JigsawKillah:

She done blow more teachers than ISIS . . Kid .... No Sokrates nigga!

dj5naira:
Somebody had to beat somebody which he nicely did/
Sokrates proved he a young son of that militant groupie, ISIS kid

Ibime:
I swear some ninjas got some social media skills. . . . I enter meeting for 1hr, came back later and my verse had 10 extra likes and 10 extra shares. . . . na una sabi oh. . . maybe Rebel has enemies and they waging a social media war against him by sharing my verse multiple times. . . .hahahaha. . . . BTW, decent comeback by Rebel. . . .

darkenedrebel:

35 year old bumpkin......Yet he thinks that he fly/When he visits the village...This imp never smiles/ His parents come out the hut....looking weak & senile/ First thing his father says? ..... [u][b]Ibime my son, when would you give us a child?