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Limerick: yea..btw, has blaqbones sent his own verse? Ojoawoabeg u dey bbm? |
PrinceAdepoju: that's some kind of joke, right?u guys make the same mistake over and over again use gun use gun use gun!!!! |
d tin sef done do much if seun jus dey bored he go change one thing |
Limerick: U fit hop in bros. Btw, somebody tell ojoawo to extend deadline naok |
gottoboy: Shud i ᵍᵒ to google and search for ᵗᴴᵋ pin?see my signature na |
gottoboy: Nairaland Audio Cypher!u dey bbm? if yes add my pin make we talk |
jordans: i wanna battle so if u readdy let me knwreally? kick a flow first |
yeyenatu: Yada Yada Yada Yada!!!!toto done rey scratch u again? ![]() |
Geoxpress: Do u knw what's hindering the progress of this thread??I pray say dem answer u o |
bibie01 sammyhoe stormybucci lanicky xtarxhyne ya boy is back thanks for your care |
daveP: I see youre good at the giving of stats/figures. Exploit it well.I learnt it from pools office |
edogho: mi bro's back. welc jigsaw. i believe u're fine now? abeg o, shey "worst come to worst" na ordinary english or pigin english?I b English student? ask sammyhoe or lorlahlozz |
Angela woke up feeling weak. She could feel blood gathering in her brain as she was hung upside down, she's running out of time. No way to tell the time since the room was dimly lit up by a 60watts bulb. How long had she been here? What is it her kidnapper wants? She couldn't recall how she came here, the last thing she remembered was being in her room. She cried silently. Schemer was in his house smoking weed, wrap after wrap he blazed, coupled with monkeytail (a local mixture of weed and dry gin). He was a young man in his early thirties, heavily built with big black lips, probably gotten from too much weed. He is 6'7 with chocolate skin, a scarred face, deep voice and red eyes. He's always seen in tank tops and jeans, a heavy gold watch and necklace always on his hands and neck respectively. His body smelt riches, but one would wonder why he loves the locally made gin. When asked once, he laughed and said "na the one wey dey make me see road pass". He was the one who spearheaded the attack on John, with the others being his boys, they merely felt they were working for their boss, which is true but only to an extent. Schemer wasn't his name, he had earned it back in his university days, after thwarting lecturers and stealing question papers as well as sneaking into laboratories and every other place he could not afford not to be. He was nicknamed schemer by a frustrated professor whom he made leave his office so he could submit his exam paper. The professor had been forewarned that the new set comprises of a lad named Onome, who's a cultist and also brilliant, he was told to thread carefully that the boy's GPA is yet to fall below his normal 4.7. He hated the boy instantly and if not for the boy's connection, he would have failed him but he couldn't, because the boy would ask for his papers. Schemer was an orphan with just a sister and he was doing everything he could to fend for himself until he met a man who changed his life His phone rang, he stared at it, and picked it up at the third ring "The stüpid boy is safe and doing nothing as usual......i think we should let him go but give him some injuries so as to keep the police confused.....let's concentrate on project C.C instead...... Ok sir......done" He dropped the call, he got up, walked into his room, opened his wardrobe, he punched a code into what had seemed to be a wall and it gave way, showing a long corridor. He entered into the corridor, walked towards the end and stopped, punched another code and a wider door opened. He walked in and signaled 2 of his boys and walked into one of the rooms. They blindfolded John and took him away. They beat him up and dropped him in front of his house and drove off living a large cloud of dust behind. John got up, removed the fold from his eyes and he felt real fear. He ran inside speedily only to meet Double E pacing around. "What are you doing here?" He asked clenching his fists, thinking he's face to face with a burglar. "John you are back!? How come?" "You still haven't answered my question Mr man" "I'm Inspector Edogho" he said bringing out his wallet. "They dropped me here blindfolded and drove off minutes ago" Double E rushed out and John followed suit. He entered his own private car with John sitting on the front passenger's seat and tried to follow the trail. When he got to the street's junction, he asked the shop owners if any had noticed a car speeding out. "Na one yeye jeep wey nearly jam my pikin" a woman said. "It was a Land Rover but with no plate number" a youth said. Double E sped off, making calls for all check points to look out for the said car. He told them to leave no stone unturned in looking for the car. As soon as Schemer and his boys had dropped John, he immediately knew that trouble looms quietly if they didn't play smart. He had seen the inspector's car parked outside and he knew it won't take long before a call was placed to all nearby checkpoints. He smiled as he tried to figure a way out of the impending doom. He told his boys to load their guns and keep it close just incase worst comes to worst. |
Limerick: speak english now....my own what?I've said enough English already |
Limerick: you mean?expect your own soon |
Limerick: Whats on ma mind nw?what's that? |
iamaromolaeran after the tourney I'm coming for you start scripting Limerick every dawg has his day.....karma is a bïtch if u say no nor b bad thing la |
smh hos still weeping over votes |
daveP: lol Jig wetin Tony do o? Dont worry il deal with him...come update la |
na WA ooo iamaromolaeran Lagunna coogar krizkutz kingdimes thunderstorm Abeg make una vote |
specially dedicated to our PL xtarxhyne and stormybucci and every other person on this thread Double E did his best, played the surveillance tapes over a hundred times, asked about one million questions, but was still left clueless. A street urchin who was there when John was kidnapped was brought to him, it was a valuable information but for now, it seemed useless. The blood on the floor was declared long dead though it was the same blood group as Angela. Her kidnapper has done his homework Pretty good. But no one is perfect, and he must find the flaws. John woke up on the floor in big room with the walls painted white and then one big mirror at one side of the wall. He couldn't locate the door at first and wouldn't have if the door had not opened. He turned around sharply and came face to face with a man in a lab coat. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" "Relax Mr Man, your case is not in your hands" the man said dryly "if we wanted you dead, we would had killed you long ago." He busied himself with a folded piece of paper on his hands "you see, you are a wrong son of a right dad. I envy you, a lot of people do." He made for the door but was obstructed by John. "The more i hang around you, the more worse things I'm going to do to you" John felt cold and asked stuttering "w-w-w-what a-a-re y-y-y-you going to do me?" The man said "just relax and try to learn. Make no funny moves" and he walked out. John made to go after him but the door was shut to his face while he screamed "please let me go! Please! Name your price! Please......!!!" Then he started crying. "Oh God, please forgive me my sins" he prayed silently. He tried to rack his brain and maybe find a way out. Why is he here? He asked himself quietly. What has his Dad had to do with this? He stopped crying and tried to man up but his courage failed him. He rested his head on the wall and slept off, feeling helpless. Double E paid John's home a visit, with his assistant as company. He ransacked the whole house in search of anything that might stand as a clue. Hr turned to his assistant who had been standing idly ever since they got here "when last did you put your brain to work?" He replied smiling foolishly "just now" "Really? By standing idly and looking like a fool? I'd rather make use of a dog than you" he was getting agitated. Still smiling he said "i was thinking" "About?" "Arresting Mr Samuel Sir" "Why?" "Because he is a prime suspect" "Really? Why are you always this stupid? His son and daughter in-law are the ones missing, not a rival!" "Sorry sir but can i present reasons?" "Alright, go ahead" "First, his son is the one missing, and he was kidnapped on his way to his house" "Jesus! So? That isn't enough to warrant his arrest. Please keep your stupid thoughts to yourself" "All I'm saying is that he is a suspect and a very big one at that" "And all I'm saying is keep your thoughts to yourself" and he walked out. He went back to Mr Samuel's home. He sat in Angela's room, walked to the bathroom and came back. He sat on the bed and tried to picture Angela going into the bathroom. He wondered how can someone gain entrance into the house without scaling the fence? He believed the camera wasn't tampered with, which means the kidnapper was inside all the time. His assistant might be right after all, Mr Samuel hands are a little dirty then. He's going to interview him but what if there are other ways of gaining entrance into the building? Only Mr Samuel can answer that question and he's going to extract that from him. He's getting close to cracking this case, and only God knows what is going to happen to the culprit. |
Techtonic go back to school son/ nah your useless, drown yourself in a pool son/ flow for rank sucks, told you bìtches to drop a flow/ yall look extremely stûpid yo/ |
You won the first time, but it ain't over yet/ I'm Herod, your John the Baptist, after this a platter would hold ya head/ but throw it in burning coal instead/ the stùpid Turnbull shot me, then ran into hiding, now I am back to kill you, Jonah Hex/ Reason you won last time was because I wrote a shorter verse/ now I'mma remedy that, punching till this bloke is short of words/ For a start, I'd half yo legs/ your like Lagunna, your verses are boring, better stick to creating battle threads/ You gays italicize your best wordies because its fagtastic/ these puns would leave you needing inhalers, asthmatic/ then get you dumped in the middle of the Sahari/ sorry, Sahara, your only real when in front of your P.S.G, Cavani/ I'll make your life a nightmare, when on that Krueger shït/ Then leave you to the mercy of some enraged lünatics/ I'll let this ram see pain, and make a run for his life/ voters would be like Jigsaw was a loaded gun for this knife/ I just got my beast mode activated/ I'm a python, getting this goat amputated/ he sucked Bis' dîck and saved the cum to get his ho saturated/ then stared at his pic, and hopes he ejaculated/ Giyazz calls you Mazi in public/ because you was his elder and a fàggotry pundit/ your writtens are the same, tactical rubbish/ your puns are never fly, so we tagged you an ostrich/ Jigs is quick to debunk hos/ he could have been a les only if he fûcked hos/ look at your posts, you ain't got time for bitches yo/ you and Giyazz balling, stop showing us G-strings bro/ My puns will rearrange his face/ then cast in the bin, all the garbage he laid/ I'll take down this weakling without breaking a sweat/ while I'm raising the bar, he's facing his death/ You only had water guns and say you spray the fofo/ only reason you made it here was cause a boy gave you no show/ since you saying I'm scared of you, you maybe right, im scared of hómos/ I'm done cutting his dead wood, its glaring to all that im victorious/ I spilled mo guts/ call 911 and get this bïtch rolled off/ I'mma prolly get jailed for homicide, Oscar Pistorius |
Tony be careful! |
Xtarxhyne: was I wit u bforsmh I knew it! |
take heart giyazz shit happens but I wonder why too may her soul rest in peace....amen iamaromolaeran u never get bear bear for prick? u never reach 10yrs sef....goat! |
Xtarxhyne: shame on u toou left me na shame on you |
Xtarxhyne: m Aiit.... aw u?feeling better than I was when u ran away you wanted me to die na shame on you |
Cheriepet: on ur thread in d literature sectionis there a law that restricts me from doing so? Abeg limme n the chicken joor |
mygt: fyh |
xtarxhyne sweetie sup |
xtarxhyne sweetie |
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. Ma see how e wan take enter that beat. Tho d guy dey mad sha but that beat dey one kind.
.....I resemble missy for ya eyes 