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Ksslib: Nigga!! peeps keep saying .. Na .. to your shiit like sodium/
U just spit voluminous jargons all over the forum/
Do ask ya father he'll attest like.. density .. we prefer D.O.p.e .. 'mass over volume'/
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Ya style never colorful.. even after we tossed ur comments over purple/
but since you cherish looking trouble/
i'l order gays r@pe ya pa .. bleep ya ma.. & leave the scene looking like that... physics topic ... sad, moment of a couple/
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Ur crew knows i'm respected all over da zone.. old soldier/
decapitated and dropped ur mothers 'collar bone in the fridge'. . how i give a 'cold shoulder'/
Still I stripped her naked.. her back i curved/
ffucked her with D1ck soaked in.. Gulder.. now, like beyonce.. she's... drunk in love/
Your dumb lines suggests ur brain's on vacation.. never to resume/
even your stupid father looks like a clown costume/
reason.. i had him roasted in petrol.. no cologne .. but i made ya pa fume/
I take lives like an empty net.. my shots never misses target/
but this noisy hideous baboon keeps trolling NL..makin rackets/
i'l blast both his arms, leave him sleeveless like.. monkey jacket/
The frustrated gay ll never agree. i spit hotter/
cos i re-introduced slavery when i made his.. ma maid .. like mammy water/
Engineered with flows that strike with a touch of thunder/
but like 'lazarus & the rich man' .. your dry lines keep 'begging for a ... drop of water'/
I defiled death.. bleep Yolo/
in battle i 'deter gents' without a touch of omo/
he kept advertising his wack recording all over like tonto/
jumping from d1ck to D1ck.. frog looking homo/ with... no single kobo/
yaazzz.. everything bout you reeks poverty..
thats why ur mum sells.. cheap.. to anything with few change in pocket .. cos her... p.u.$$y na promo/

Ksslib ya papa! Writing bars for Iam. I no be computer, will reply you later

iamaromolaeran: great.....
when you come to Lagos...holler........

Yeah ok. Let's battle tomorrow 9Pm

iamaromolaeran: same here....


so you don't live in Lagos....
where do you reside then..?? zamfara?

Lol. Onitsha, Anambra (East coast)

Best Netcee: Giyazz

iamaromolaeran: the sale of an artwork depends on the profile of the artist. .. an ordinary aina onabolu's signature could be auctioned for millions of dollars... but a well done work by an unknown artist may be sold 100k....but if you were to bring it to my former working place,a gallery......since my former boss is a high profile artist that even finished from unilag...all he has to is sign his name on your works.... and it can be sold for 500k or 300k ..depending on the worth of the artwork..... or you can take to any gallery but after your work has been sold...you will have to pay commission to the owner of the gallery..and settle his curator.lol
do you do origami with the houses you said you design? or do you mean you draw the houses??

Ok man. No, I don't do Oragami, Lol, did that when I was 8, lol!

I just draw any design lurking in my head at that moment.

No time to hit Lag now, next year I fit come sha.

Cool talking to you. I like people who do same sshit as me.

Ksslib: Bia. Giyazz cos I say I wan play small, na im you carry my name go dey advertise outside rap battles section along side that verse of yours..

Shaking my head. Abeg I no do again. Kuku carry am go frontpage na ..

Smh

Just say you're scared I'd kill you already.

Meanwhile, I call you out for a rematch: 10 bars

Lagunna, create a doc, tomorrow by 9pm!

MURDER!!!!


Yo check yourself! you dissed the wrong guy/
I'm sending slugs in ya brains and your ffucking lungs, die!/
double murder! deading Ksslib and Jigsawkillah/
Morons, came against this OG with them freaked, blunt fillers/
My nines will cough/ and ya fams will duck/
cos I'm beasting, send ya parents to the spiritual realm, ice ya inlaws!/
For dissing me? Imma rrape ya sisters/ slam their heads on a wall harder/ bury two rounds in their ppussies, and cremate the cadavers after/
Show off the tech in ya pa's face then make him kiss it/
Pull a bucket closer and make him kick it!/
Ya mama's ugly, but I'm blinded by hate/
pound my ddick in her ccunt till she dead, just to see how you retaliate/
You killed Hip-Hop, motherffucker! how you stretch a gene?/
ya 'tricks' numb, 'Hollywood couldn't make a film!/
You don't get?
The slick words I'm spilling/
Acidic, Hydrofluoric flow, I'm spitting!/
splash it in ya face, till you turn white like Iggy style be/
Damon Salvatore, how I eat humans, it's Easy like E!/
I'm ripping ya hearts out, till you midgets fell/
Dig it! Claws in you. . . Bonnie did a spell!/
Sshit! Iamaromolaeran be right, you imp ffucking wack!/
Steady niggas be rraping you, but you still coming back!/
But finito! this is ya last day son/
ya a..ss will flee, after my bars Fuckyouhard like Jason!!/
King of Gangstas, Ice Cube scared of my shadow/
Quest, Mobb Deep, Wu Tang, N.W.A, praising my Halo/
Just you know Giyazz a known case killer/
so when you see me, RUN! like Jadakiss and GhostFaceKillah!/
Skill in, illing, killing, cleaning up ya lineage/
Villain, diss me again; believe me, I will burn down ya village!/ (I swear!)
East Coast nigga, Igbo blood dissing these two millitants/
I do it for my side, where we train Lions, Wolves, Panthers and Elephants!/ iyah!
Okala mmadu, Okala Mmuo/ Zelu mmadu, Zelu Mmuo/
Phyno will smile/ you don't get it?
ask ochon to define!/
.. .Whatchu say son?
Pftt! You couldn't diss me now you wanna battle King Henry?/
Ridiculous idiot! you seek for death, it's glaring/
Ccock the desert Eagle, I'm blasting off ya brains for that statement/ face them!
drag Jig to the party, slit his throat and fill his blood in a bucket/
Where the brush at? give it to Iam and make him paint me a picture/
with ya spilled bloods, perfect mixture/
POW! bury a tool in the artist's head, we need no witness/
You don't mess with an assassin, I show no meakness/
Pile their bodies up/ i plan to burn it up/
bring the gas tank/ keep it closer to Ksslib/
he pisses me off! I hit his face with a 47 and lift it up/
Blood gushing out/ hit again! more rushing out!/
I'm bloody!
Grab a match and make a bonfire/
your bodies' the woods, need the heat, I throw in some tires/
Neighbours screaming? I ccock it, and let it sing/
told you everybody dying the moment I let it free/
Perfect! Fresh air. I believe/ your lyrical deaths copped me a sigh of relief!!!/


BBITCHES!!!!!!

iamaromolaeran: .

lemme put it this way... I have comics...cos ve always been a fan of superheroes sshit....but they are not commercial comics...i have them in issues but don't sell ..just keep as archives.....my strongest in art actually is painting.....sculpture and carving second and then drawing last......am also that aspect of moving art...you dig?..like when I create a character....I put on computer and make them move.
we have many cartoonist here in unilag with those from yabatech....such talent......so what comic style do you prefer?

Cool. What I like? It's drawing definately! Drawings like The Superstriker Comic book. I do it! And I also draw houses to be built, But I never studied it.
I haven't sold any of my works though, I mean the "house stuff" . . . Do you have any idea how to sell it? Cos I got really cool and rare designs.

Unilag. My dream school

iamaromolaeran: yeah i said it before....i prefer drawing cartoons and imaginative......am still learning some ish in life drawing...we have a great lecturer here...hopefully with time i will master life drawing

Cool. Have you got any issue? I have created over 10 comic books, each on one story. I do Supernatural stories though, I mean, Superman, X-men kinda stuff. My last advanced issue was stolen back in school, sold one copy for 200 Naira. Lol

iamaromolaeran: been busy. anyway rushed to draw this....

Elizabeth and Klone.....these are your mothers sucking me ccock like ......hahahahah...am more talented bastards.....I can even sing tenor and write....

You must be a comical artist. The way you curved the nose, and designed their facials. Cool, I like it. But I do not think you're better than I, I draw comics and Human portraits too.

GhostAccount: You Are Currently The Best Freestyle Rookie On This Thread,You Remind Me Of Dj5naira

Dj5naira!

Will download ya song later!


Meanwhile, diss @ Kslib (A wack textcee)


Provoked to commit murder, I rebuke a tired arm/
my thoughts are toxic explosives, my pen is a fire-arm/ fire am! (Pow!!)
It penetrates your brain and further pollutes your mindset/
breaking down every organ, till you dragging for your last breath/
Demonic Giyazz! how you end a life is hasty though/
out to squander my mb till I leave... K below!!/
Sniffing the particle remains of dead people/
you hardly decode, I mean not to quit till you're dead, simple!!/
Use the Puerto Rican for a pun, I excel like Chino!/
This 'Edo dude' can't 'understand the language I use.' Why? It's in the genius like Phyno!!!/
you're wack! your lines be feminem, you're better of a lyrical Justina/
Battle me? my punches will baptize ya face till you can't see me like John Cena!/
believe me I say: you a jumbo air-headed self balkanized bastard!!/
for thinking you beat me, I will pierce a dagger in ya head and expose the lies mastered!!/
Kslib da wack, who the ffuck he's warning?/
Oh you acting d0pe now cos of the "Carica Papaya?" Pftt! . . . It's boring!/
you's wack as ever, still possessing a weak nature/
ya style's just there, never updated like Ibime's signature!!/
With YoungDaNaval's latest idea, I'm turning you to a goat/
Abracadabra? not needed here, you only escaped with a vote/
Bragadoccious, can I show off for a moment?/
my lines defined d0pe, and it's quick like a Comet!
Lyricists bumping my domain, but I stay fly/
Coogar bowed, even my Big Brother confessed my lines' HOT like Lilian Adegbai!!/
DAMN!!!!!
dissing me is like digging your own grave/
my bars banging in ya head; baga dum baga dum!/
So better cut the beef and salute the Most High; Baba Hum, Baba Hum!!/

Provoked to commit murder, I rebuke a tired arm/
my thoughts are toxic explosives, my pen is a fire-arm/ fire am! (Pow!!)
It penetrates your brain and further pollutes your mindset/
breaking down every organ, till you dragging for your last breath/
Demonic Giyazz! how you end a life is hasty though/
out to squander my mb till I leave... K below!!/
Sniffing the particle remains of dead people/
you hardly decode, I mean not to quit till you're dead, simple!!/
Use the Puerto Rican for a pun, I excel like Chino!/
This 'Edo dude' can't 'understand the language I use.' Why? It's in the genius like Phyno!!!/
you're wack! your lines be feminem, you're better of a lyrical Justina/
Battle me? my punches will baptize ya face till you can't see me like John Cena!/
believe me I say: you a jumbo air-headed self balkanized bastard!!/
for thinking you beat me, I will pierce a dagger in ya head and expose the lies mastered!!/
Ksslib da wack, who the ffuck he's warning?/
Oh you acting d0pe now cos of the "Carica Papaya?" Pftt! . . . It's boring!/
you's wack as ever, still possessing a weak nature/
ya style's just there, never updated like Ibime's signature!!/
With YoungDaNaval's latest idea, I'm turning you to a goat/
Abracadabra? not needed here, you only escaped with a vote/
Bragadoccious, can I show off for a moment?/
my lines defined d0pe, and it's quick like a Comet!
Lyricists bumping my domain, but I stay fly/
Coogar bowed, even my Big Brother confessed my lines' HOT like Lilian Adegbai!!/
DAMN!!!!!
dissing me is like digging your own grave/
my bars banging in ya head; baga dum baga dum!/
So better cut the beef and salute the Most High; Baba Hum, Baba Hum!!/

Ksslib: Take all the time you need.

I just wan play small.

Provoked to commit murder, I rebuke a tired arm/
my thoughts are toxic explosives, my pen is a fire-arm/ fire am! (Pow!!)
It penetrates your brain and further pollutes your mindset/
breaking down every organ, till you dragging for your last breath/
Demonic Giyazz! how you end a life is hasty though/
out to squander my mb till I leave... K below!!/
Sniffing the particle remains of dead people/
you hardly decode, I mean not to quit till you're dead, simple!!/
Use the Puerto Rican for a pun, I excel like Chino!/
This 'Edo dude' can't 'understand the language I use.' Why? It's in the genius like Phyno!!!/
you're wack! your lines be feminem, you're better of a lyrical Justina/
Battle me? my punches will baptize ya face till you can't see me like John Cena!/
believe me I say: you a jumbo air-headed self balkanized bastard!!/
for thinking you beat me, I will pierce a dagger in ya head and expose the lies mastered!!/
Ksslib da wack, who the ffuck he's warning?/
Oh you acting d0pe now cos of the "Carica Papaya?" Pftt! . . . It's boring!/
you's wack as ever, still possessing a weak nature/
ya style's just there, never updated like Ibime's signature!!/
With YoungDaNaval's latest idea, I'm turning you to a goat/
Abracadabra? not needed here, you only escaped with a vote/
Bragadoccious, can I show off for a moment?/
my lines defined d0pe, and it's quick like a Comet!
Lyricists bumping my domain, but I stay fly/
Coogar bowed, even my Big Brother confessed my lines' HOT like Lilian Adegbai!!/
DAMN!!!!!
dissing me is like digging your own grave/
my bars banging in ya head; baga dum baga dum!/
So better cut the beef and salute the Most High; Baba Hum, Baba Hum!!!!!/

BBITCH!

Ksslib, i'm not with my BB now, will reply when i get on it.

ELYMAXiimus: giyaz!!!
Who wrote this for you?

You underrate me.

MVGT: Iamaromolaeran

Watch me pick the pen to quench boredom/ dulling me, cos your lyrics flat as Olga Kent's bottom/
so I lyrically channeled my present complicated problems and conclude/
to script semblable of 'a french kiss from death' before peeps in paris utter bonjour/
Ha! Complexed alphabets dripping out the ink of my blessed pen/ crystal clear, your verses left them acting hard, mine vex them/
like tell 'em/ they nothing but wacks/
Agree to this! Last person that pulled a Thomas was whacked!/
Bafana Bafana? quit the air pollution with ya allos parakletos; Vuvuzela tracks!/
Limerick is extremely wack, Gottoboy did a better crap!/
Script is ill, but i refer not the Xlite/ said that for a reason; cos in audios that fool sounds like an asphyxiated version of West life!/
Is this a diss? Do not bother replying/
Do otherwise, and ya flesh is the next thing that lyrical scavenger; Siddogg, would be recycling!/
Grrrgh!!! Never heard of me? I could invent a sentence that'd make a judge give himself a death sentence/
OG! Jigsawkillah brought guns to a punch fight and failed his balls!
I blast ya brains to the wall with a baseball /bat/ bleed carefully!
If your blood spill on my tatoo? Imma cut off your mum's breats. . . and call that tit for tat!
you don't get it! It's hot complexity in 5000 degrees/
The bars I text is law, my vocal is sound decree/
Leave strong-headed rappers not needing air/
Under the earth six feet below, dead or alive, leave him there!!!/
Lazllo Barrow kinda type. Take the information if you dig/
Eating sharwama in a friend's party, Hey! I'm referring you pig!/
Swoooop!
Fixed upon to annihilate Ksslib and give Scooby Doo another reason to jump on Shaggy's arms/
Brain scanning for the murder words, but death couldn't allow me practice that/
but I'm still illing/ and willing/ to make him stop breathing/
Will this provoke the father of the afforementioned rapper?/
Ffuck ochon! Your s.tupid son messed with the wrong rapper!/
so he must face the consequences!
Destruction is what it reflects, even as I scrub and make the mirror cleaner/
I'm a teen, just a Little boy, picture 1945 in Hiroshima!!!/
young, and lyrically inclined compared to the height of Mount Everest/
My pen will always design syllables, my mouth never rest!!!

I'm done with my verse. Gon' record it next tomorrow and send it to Ojoawo.

coogar: i am impressed.
industry niggaz in naiija are very wack - this is a breath of fresh air.

Check this out! Boogey is Hip-Hop. He the best!!!

1, 2 Boogey’s coming for you…
Things messed up, and I ain’t having it so
I’m defensive, this is Damage Control
They say I’m possessed by dark forces
My idle hand been controlled to write
They took my left, and never left
Only left to control the right
The sound of God and Lucifer rolling dice
On the coldest nights
What the fight for my Soul is like
Hold a mic, like I hold a knife.
Time to make a killing, or something the
ladies feeling
I could put some Doctor Phil in, or fill in
for Drake with feelings
(What the hell are you) A Question they
asking often
A weapon of mass destruction, a Tech and
Kalashnikov
(Pow pow pow)
(You remember me?) I gave you a mixtape
so art-ificial.
You hardly listen, if we don’t put a couple
of party hits in
Or say we want “Ur Waist” as we wasting
some good potential

(Aww: you think it’s about talent; that’s
kinda cute: keep venting)
Haaa! Now let me spazz, like I’m high on a
heavy drag
Of that good stuff, my head in the sky as I
left rehab
Thanking Fela and Marley for inspiration
they let me have
I’m rapping in front the mirror, reflection is
Jesse Jagz
This thing could make u OD, you don’t know
me, every verse I smash it.
No smash hit, but I been going hulk on niggas
lowkey
Dropped a Sanctum video I saw the rating spike
Then a “Control” verse from another country
came to take the hype
(Shyte)
You rap lovers with hands dragging
A band wagon
That’s packed with
People who just think it’s cool to have
comments
And some social network emcees who just
come to brag on it
(Kinda sad)
I’m ‘bout to give ‘em that work if they that
jobless
(No rappers in Nigeria) How good have u been
searching
Just because it’s by your people, you conclude
the music’s worthless
The music lost its use and purpose, jeans are
yellow, shoes are purple
Forget the message, what matters to the youth
is twerking
The industry tried to make me a ghost writer,
for ghost writers
They said I was too deep for danfo drivers
It’s controversial so give me Linda Ikeji’s
number
She’ll say that I write so deep, you’ll see it 50
pages under
No sleep: I stayed awake practising ‘cos I had
the skill
Coffee kept me up, and so maybe some day,
viagra will.
I don’t want no trouble, I
don’t want no trouble
“Limpopo” is a river, not a
dance; nobody taught you?
I don’t want no trouble, I
don’t want no trouble
Eva, I’ll knock your lights out,
if you just let me…
Nevertheless, it’s trouble I’m
causing
I bet my life that I’m a be
famous, if I lose
Then it’s double or nothing
If I’m desperate, I get in
touch with my cousins
Have ‘em in the sand at my shoot, Waving
hands, I’m in a suit
In a tub full of water
After this, I’ll need White House protection
How you kill your Grammy dream for a nice
blouse collection?
Pack heat or pack a punch that has Pacquiao
passing out
You ain’t hip hop ‘cos you say “yo” and half of
your a..ss is out
Chicks forgot music, they’re fans of 6-packs and
a massive house
Or if they laughing to the bank, and you acting
as Basketmouth
Girls with sex appeal that could make the D on
a corpse erect
“Holla at your boy” but know that I don’t have a
Porsche to wreck
Or the resources yet
To make “Mrs. Odey” your name
Personally (hey)
I might decide to propose with a range
They begging for S.A.D., A.S.A.P
Or my voice on that “Omote” remix by Ese P
Ghana and SA be
Killing it, taking over
When we’ve got the greatest talent here
That the media ain’t promoting
See E.L., Sakordie and M.anifest,
As they manifesting
The sickness, of a man infested
With parasites
SA rappers be competing, almost beating dudes
in Ghana.
Mr. Forbes aka AKA, Proverb and Khuli Chana.
No more names, but that don’t the make rest
less important
Running outta time and I prefer less stress
recording (Psych!)
I’m M.I. before “Chairman”
I’m Terry getting scary on a track, when they
hear BANS
They fear man
I’m Modenine on nine ecstacy pills
I’m Ruggedy taking shots at you mumu rappers,
wear a vest or be killed
I am Dagrin walking away from the crash scene
I’m facing death and karma, but I’m beating the
tag team
Tagging me the antagonist, attack ‘em with
Black Magic
And you listening to demons battling if you
playing this track backwards!!!

coogar: are you sure a naija rapper wrote that script? that's the best i have seen in terms of pen game from any industry rapper in nigeria.

do you know if he's got any album?

He's a Nigerian, And he wrote that script himself.

He got two albums already, or more sef. Just go to google and dig him. Tweet him: @BoogeyThat



Guess what?

He's featuring on NL audio cypher too!

YoungDaNaval: Lol Make Ya Own List Na.

No time play now. Busy

Yo Coogar, talking about who got hard punches and core lyricism, I think you should call Boogey. He one of the few rappers in Nigeria that be keeping it real with lyrical extremism. Damn!!!

Check out what he did here:




Fellowship of the ring and they asking for
who the lord is
Vigo Mortensen
Leaving 'em in the morgue in rigor mortis
With a gorgeous smile
Fighting Goliath, such an enormous size
I kill him with secret weapons hidden in
my recorded files
Parts disorganised
In every Organ iced
Left in the corner before the coroner
arrives
You never seen a sorer sight
Brought a brontosaurus to a tyrannosaurus
fight?
You gangsters stuck in tweet jail for
starting a war on skype?
Bunch of thugs on the internet
Lacking the Intellect
But they need it to be the leaders
I need 'em to be deleted from rapping
entirely
Just pack and retire b
I attack with fire you see the ash in the sky
And they be the last of a dying breed
I'm blasting high as weed
Kush for the celebration of youth and its
elevation
I'm pushing the generation and boosting
the energy
If you hearing me you feeling terribly
For the rappers imma kill and you
probably gonna shed a tear and grieve
I'm achilles and hercules sipping the blood
of heracles
Hearing these cries for help
Where's your league you Micheal Phelps
Nigga like yourself wishing you had a
couple of tyson belts
Know i'm the harder mike i done murder a
lot of mics
I'm megamind wishing my head was made
in a larger size
Skull is leaking while i'm speaking
So they call a priest to haul the demons
From my head to my dick hoping that they
dissolve in s.emen
I'm paul before damascus that's saul to
other rappers
If the priest fails imma advice you to call a
pastor
But eff you and eff your religious
extremism
And your mentality closed as your
reasoning left in prison
I'm open minded and searching for
answers I have to find
You passing time killing hiphop? Then i've
got an axe to grind



Download Boogey_Rigor Mortis

YoungDaNaval: Ok. Lemme Lead By Example.


mikuz = PÚ$$¥-Cat.

Ema Prince = Tiger.

Theprekky = Lion.

Thunderstorm = Leopard.

Loonat11k = Mad Dog.

Jigsawkillah = Chettah.

Rayopt = Me Don't Know.

PaulThor = Squirrel.

Demsid = ?

Fuckyouhard = Wolf.

Elvisonjack2 = Grasscutter.

Elymaxiimus = Rabbit.

Guykhena = Fox.

Teddybiyasi = Eagle.

Siddogg = Viper.

DJ5naira = Donkey.

Cooger = Dragon.

Iceskidd = Rat.

Clushy = Goat.

Warriblood = Zebra.

Youngdanaval = Panda.

Ibime = Dragon.

Ojoawo = Tortoise.

Giyazz = Camel
Limerick = Vulture.

Gottoboy = Antelope.

Blaqbones = Wolf.

Krizzkutz = Beaver.

Iamaromolaeran = Cat.

Airmark = Donkey.

Sosiqdude = Monkey.

Ofokasibe = Parrot.

Kslib = Bufalo.

Testerfuze = Ant.

Captainflash = Dolphin.

Geoxpress = Cobra.

Krone = Polar Beer.

E-diot! I'm not even tall enough to be equivalent to a camel! Hahaha!!!

YoungDaNaval=Frog

G'IYAZ=Lion

The Tayo guy is cute jare!

The way NLanders been beefing him made me thought we pulled a Ghanaian move this time! Lol

But I just digged him; and dude is soooo fine!!! #NoHomo

DAMN Mehn!!!! I'm recruiting my multiple e-mails already! This girl is getting all my votes!!!! WTF? Geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez!!!!!


https://i.cdnnaij.com/o/oyxe4PVTF8DlisvrmMnQYBEw.jpg

https://olorisupergal.com/wp-content/uploads/image961.jpg

DAMN!!! This our female rep is so gorgeous!!! Check out her god-body! Whooosh! HOT right?

Geeeez mehn!!! Imma vote this girl once the show kicks, I don't care if she's boring or a 2.0 version of Beverly, imma vote till she wins!!!!!!

I was just googling her and I found this:

CHRIST! See backa!!!

https://i.cdnnaij.com/o/oElEu65XZxW9sWbOnWvSC1a4.jpg

Giyazz to JigSawkillah:


Now y'all listen, Sshit just got personal. . .

cos I'm visiting his home to slay this ffag nicca/
he ain't there?
sight his sisters which be his uglier replicas/
bury slugs in 'em after making 'em suck the D pulled from me knicker/
he's mama begging me not to kill her as she
weeps and bow her head on
me snickers/
but I'm heartless! I dragged her sorry a-ss to
the roof of the
buliding. . . Then made the 'mother land' like a successful trip to 'Africa!!!'






WORD ON THE STREET: Is this why the fool wouldn't leave me alone? He be bbitching, blacking up my name. . . But real sshit is: I STILL SHINE!!!

iamaromolaeran: I figured out that was d only thing that could hurt you..
I don't like people insulting me...don't forget this is text.....no emotions....so I couldn't have known if you were joking or not...it was just plain...

You are beginning to piss me off! And you're painting a black picture of you in my mentals. A real nigga wouldn't curse a dead young baby. Stop it! Stop insulting yourself thinking you're insulting me!!