Sarsaproko:


Who is the nobody?

mikuz:


Please Dj5naira . . A nobody can not revive this place.

LhoOd:


savagery

LhoOd:


[ You? a real killer? dude, all your lines are in italics!/
please, enough of all these gimmics/
your sexy lines are nothing but mere rhetorics]

you're a cute lyricist. Nothing close to herbert/
talking about DC, I see you're also comical ah ah/
like 4 pages of T&C, you have nothing solid to offer]

Your 'arm in coats' line is crap,yet that's the only thing that suits you/
when I'm done,a defibrillator won't help you pull through/
seen your type many times over here, it's nothing new/
nothing original, like you can't afford HBO or Hulu]

I take up your soul and empty it like a loot/
then go for the yam and poison it from the root/
you spend time trying to make your wack lines beautiful/
I was surprised you didn't make some of your funny bars blue]]

absoul:


I take a crowbar to the hood and disfigure this mummy
Reshape your body to a  'L' you my ventriloquist dummy
Convert Lhood to a Melancholic from a choleric- funny
You only outspoken to yourself, you a soliloquist... {humming}
.
.
You talk about a defibrillator but it's a shock you ain't clear
You ain't Hood, you more like an alleyway in here
So it's fitting when my Sigsauer leaves two exits in your rear
I can't call you a new cat, yet you not an OG here
You from the abstract dimension; you neither here nor there!
.
.
Nothing original? So be it...I'm the expensive woke remake
Fucking up your childhood memories, Ip's you gotta love to hate
I stay committed to the niche of self-reflective witty takes
you still a basic PH hood nigga, so I get your distaste
.
.
Maybe I'm in my feelings some...
you did eulogize your diss some,

So I'm a let off on the whip
Hang this L on "hood" like a sign on a "learner's" whip

LhoOd:


If you flow for rank,boy, I might just have to score you one/
But you don't, so i eradicate your community like Gowon/
you're a minority, your irrelevance is second to none/
I bring the nukes to your doorstep, watch your family catch fire in turn//

it's okay, it's okay. Dictictionary will help you improve/
But you're a pussy in the game, who you trying to fool/
See I am Hood, banged your sister in a public toilet/
Right after she done dropping you in school!//

I shook screwdriver in your solar plexus, I'm absolutely devastating/
catch you unaware while your pant is down, wanking, wanking/
Then I severe your dicko from your balls, call it partial differentiation/
But first, let me assist your momma, give her anal penetration//

This right here is an unpremeditated letter to soul/
this noonan syndrome grudges will never let you to grow/
And big grammars that you look up will never assist your flows/
Seek validation from nobody, my advice to soul!//

absoul:


Since last September it seems you no longer remember
How I dismembered your tenders
Came back for your family members
This aboki is a stark contrast to; "the north remembers"
You condemned, roaming the hood picking iron, man
You done caught ma interest like loan lenders
.
.
Even in yo wildest dreams I domesticate you
like Oppenheimer ma lyrical bombs annihilate you
No open rhymer you ain't cynical we do hate you
I set the  oven timer, it's a slow burn when I fade you
Fade you...
like a slideshow
Not the main event you'll always be a side show
.
.
Now let's talk about yo sister and how she be a farm tool
Guzzling dickks in the club of any nigga on the barstool
Your cup runneth over? Negro please it's half full
You can laugh fool, till I open your spleen, gut you with this harpoon
scar you mentally, ink your brain with bad tattoos

I'm a one man army yet I slaughter all your platoon
most of your rhymes are bitten cause you feral like a raccoon
Uglier than a baboon...
Ka-booom! Is the sound before you hit the lagoon
Watch out for Part two...
.
.
you took 5 weeks to come up with this weak flow?
With all disrespect you wack bro
If you had the flu you could never spit a sick flow
Translator needed cause hood can only talk jive
I Murder pussies like you 9 rounds for 9 lives!

LhoOd:




High time I sat you down for lessons, gullible child/
I admire your ignorance, that's something to like/
Seen all these angry kids coming over multiple times/
I know your kind, always forming stubborn online /

How i made over 2 milli, since last September/
Straight outta the hood, but you're a black transgender /
I dare you, show me your number. You're a bad defender/
No light in your scene, you got nothing to render/

On MT5, they Seeing me, busy digging for gold/
I saw your reply, it has no value- I put it on hold/
Caught your attention? so why you here catching feelings/
If you must know, we all think you such a dumb hoe, Marilyn Monroe!/

I'm a Christian, I go brutal when I win a soul/
hands down. I can do this with a blind fold/
hell, I'm actually doing this with a blindfold/
I kill this wannabee in quick time, it's a stranglehold/

You're a broke kid, you can't afford to mess up/
I render the soul to defeat, and that's just a heads up/
I'm hot like burning fries, you obviously can't ketchup/
My rhymes are authentic while yours are undeveloped/
I put out landmines, you got trapped in my setup/
Step out of line, you get wiped out in a second //

absoul:


Since last September it seems you no longer remember
How I dismembered your tenders
Came back for your family members
This aboki is a stark contrast to; "the north remembers"
You condemned, roaming the hood picking iron, man
You done caught ma interest like loan lenders
.
.
Even in yo wildest dreams I domesticate you
like Oppenheimer ma lyrical bombs annihilate you
No open rhymer you ain't cynical we do hate you
I set the  oven timer, it's a slow burn when I fade you
Fade you...
like a slideshow
Not the main event you'll always be a side show
.
.
Now let's talk about yo sister and how she be a farm tool
Guzzling dickks in the club of any nigga on the barstool
Your cup runneth over? Negro please it's half full
You can laugh fool, till I open your spleen, gut you with this harpoon
scar you mentally, ink your brain with bad tattoos

I'm a one man army yet I slaughter all your platoon
most of your rhymes are bitten cause you feral like a raccoon
Uglier than a baboon...
Ka-booom! Is the sound before you hit the lagoon
Watch out for Part two...
.
.
you took 5 weeks to come up with this weak flow?
With all disrespect you wack bro
If you had the flu you could never spit a sick flow
Translator needed cause hood can only talk jive
I Murder pussies like you 9 rounds for 9 lives!

LhoOd:




High time I sat you down for lessons, gullible child/
I admire your ignorance, that's something to like/
Seen all these angry kids coming over multiple times/
I know your kind, always forming stubborn online /

How i made over 2 milli, since last September/
Straight outta the hood, but you're a black transgender /
I dare you, show me your number. You're a bad defender/
No light in your scene, you got nothing to render/

On MT5, they Seeing me, busy digging for gold/
I saw your reply, it has no value- I put it on hold/
Caught your attention? so why you here catching feelings/
If you must know, we all think you such a dumb hoe, Marilyn Monroe!/

I'm a Christian, I go brutal when I win a soul/
hands down. I can do this with a blind fold/
hell, I'm actually doing this with a blindfold/
I kill this wannabee in quick time, it's a stranglehold/

You're a broke kid, you can't afford to mess up/
I render the soul to defeat, and that's just a heads up/
I'm hot like burning fries, you obviously can't ketchup/
My rhymes are authentic while yours are undeveloped/
I put out landmines, you got trapped in my setup/
Step out of line, you get wiped out in a second //

Paayne:
Compliments of the season yal!

MimiSheWrote:
I'm damn too rusty...

Mic 🎤 check 1..2

I'm deadly when I write diss/ my spear aim straight where your chest is/....murdered so many niggers... Till BLM rallied to bring my ass to justice/

Coming at me?

Y'all couldn't beat me if I was a freaking drum/...I'm a direct descendant of Athena... I make war when I'm fucking bored/ science couldn't separate me from volcanic eruption, cos when I flow it fucking burns!/

So they told me...

Y'all out here debating since/... about who's the deadliest with them scripts..../ Naht here to claim the title, Buh.... Like D'vorah in Mortal Kombat... Y'all already know the chick is lethal with em spits!/

Blackestjunior:


Like the way you rhyme

Dropping em barz like landmines

But ain't no limelight's

Hop on my stage let me give you the
spotlight

Living in a street of gold

You ain't gonna need no street light

Praying for greater heights

Revenge on ma haters just like in wuthering
height

Just like MK 3

They told me test your might

Mehn the result was a dynamite

Currently sipping some red wine
In NY

Ghetto kid no head start,

Soon I see my lines making headlines.

MimiSheWrote:
Lol nice I like the MK stuff.

Ok

Yo check it...

I'm spitting fire, no need for a lighter/Junior step back, you're just a minor...
You think you're big, but you're just a wannabe/
Tryna step to me, boy, you can't even see/

You're like a puppy, always following the lead/ While I'm the alpha, yeah, I plant the seed/
You're just a junior, still learning the game/
But when I'm done with you, you'll forget your own name/

Junior, oh Junior, you ain't nothing but a joke/ always bragging of popping pills and puffing smokes/?
Naaaaaaaaah!! we know you don't do that dude!/ cos if you ever hear "Junior high"? It's probably just some secondary school/

Blackestjunior:

Hey . ..
I come in peace But I see you coming at me
Mimi You don't wanna fuvvk with me I got homies, who can kill for me, AssasSINs who can make you pay for your Sins
Just a little cash, niggas Gonna treat you like a piece of trash. Popping champagne and puffing smoke Ryt here with POP SMOKE i ain't bragging
Last born, you gat your last warning you don't wanna get burnt Kid,You ain't no rapper Mom's calling go get your diaper Barz too bad stings like viper Raps to easy, I don't mind going harder You gat your warning, don't dare me futher

Blackestjunior:


Hey . ..

I come in peace
But I see you coming at me

Mimi You don't wanna fuvvk with me
I got homies, who can kill for me,
AssasSINs who can make you pay for your Sins

Just a little cash,
niggas Gonna treat you like a piece of trash.
Popping champagne and puffing smoke
Ryt here with POP SMOKE
i ain't bragging

Last born, you gat your last warning
you don't wanna get burnt
Kid,You ain't no rapper
Mom's calling go get your diaper
Barz too bad stings like viper
Raps to easy, I don't mind going harder
You gat your warning, don't dare me futher