NapoleonHill:


I just weak. You killed someone and ran away. You still have the mind to go clubbing. People are really heartless.

Pesin wey call himself killaboy........ I'm not suprised, but omo wetin d girl do am gan gan?

Ayy what's you name?
You lame, losin' aim is you's aim
A Zuma-like Azula-Dracula, i spit flame to kill your lil' balls o' fame
Yall's painted in the hall o' shame
Remember shane? Oh no you don't, that's how yall's gonna be when i spit the chain
Chains to f**kin' split your brain
Leavin' yall insane
Moaning like a mourning dame
A morning call to pray
I'm the G.O.A.T just believe it, i ain't leading you astray
No offence but yall's brain is flat as-tray
Like cranium, filled with uranium no ion
Rap crap outta that grey shi under your cap
yall better wrap nap lap n dap your wack scalp or get a slap clap
And cheers to d dawg who's got the first post
If you don't feel 'em, it's prolly cause your head's roast
Haha, or your girlfrnd gave you mould n dead toast
I rap better, it's just today my head's frost
Anyways i'll kick yall's asses in the next post
Today i guess i better just ghost....... And ayy b4 you throw your orange in the sea jus check your oar-range.
(i'm out)