Darkrebel666:


Yeah but you still need.to.create an account and sign up

Mehn d stupid tin no gree jawe can u elp me in creatin ?

Sojathug banned . . .

Take every shitty discussion to the chatroom otherwise you'll face the music.

Bars:




Mehn d stupid tin no gree jawe can u elp me in creatin ?

No P

I will

Sorry


Let's go to chatroom

Lmfao

I've bottled my fears, ready to taste the man in me/
but this is not me chasing my dreams, its me tryna escape reality/
Pain detected when emotions pass through scanners/
defeat is sour, and the truth hurts when the bruise gathers/
so draw a Hulk for a demonstration, that's a Bruce 'Banner'/
or drink on your bottled anger like Bruce Banner/
but what if I told you, you're not destined/ that that wasn't a curse brethren/
that you're in the right course, but hold on to the wrong blessings/
you cry and wail, cos your dreams are 'to be yet be seen/ saying, I haven't seen the best in me/
what if I told you, you've been holding onto someone else's dreams?/
but wait
what if our nightmares is the peak we've been planning to reach/
and the things that hunted us at night, were actually dreams/
a fact that lies/ under these actual lines/
were dreams meant to be dreamt, and nightmares meant to be actualized? /
because in dreams I could drive a car in a go/ cruise the world as my own/
without stopping to know/ how the Bleep I got this car on the road/
but in my nightmares, I'm chased by monsters in a roll/ tho they scared the tard out my soul/
but yet they're the ones that explain and make sure, on their own/ that I find a safe place, prolly my home/
that is, I've literally reached my destination , which in reality, I call it, MY GOAL!!/
Hence I ditch my dreams for a while, my nightmares is made my awareness/
Cos I believe, in reality, i can't make it in life without facing challenges!!

Peace!!
Spoken words ,Chuka!!

mikuz:



Shame on you, every thing you dropping is fraud/
Ya style is wack, those rhymes you popping is forced/
. . Since you are a 'JJC' in rap, watch me dispatch you with a '419 squad'!/

Ya punches lack finishing/ no wonder Icekidd's bars had you screaming/ till you hardly breathing . .
. . Its funny how you claim first class flow when you're a second class citizen!/

Icekidd that everyone beats cracked you with light ciphers/ since you're hardly a fly rhymer/
Even the PROPHET OF GOD predicted that his anger ll leave you charred by large tyre/
. . cos it was a mission impossible for you to handle ICE'S IRE!/

You can't even rhyme pass 3 syllables, you can't be a Don/
Yet you claim ya stanzas are fun?
Mtcheeeew . .
You have a 100% losing record, every glad here has left you battered and torn/
You're like JOSHUA'S FATHER'S LORD . .cos you're a jack of all trade and a MASTER OF NUN!/

Ovedje O. Jeffery
please I'm wack
any of you idiots can beat me flawlessly
but still open c/o

So says the fool who claims his rhymes are sick when youse an irrelevent elf/
You act do^pe on NL, but on FB you claim a wack dispicable nerd/
Niggas in NL don't see you as a nigga that is felt. . /
So you ran to FB, opened a call out and started disgracing yaself!/

Now you're back, after you got blazed in that bout/ I can swear your rival did a good damage to your mouth/ and gave you a rout/
So who are you now acting hard for?
. . You better stop deceiving NL niggas who don't own a facebook account!/

So you mending who? Pttf, stop lying before you get torched in minutes/
You've never spat fire, I 've read all your nonsense lyrics/
So as long as you keep disgracing your family on FB . .
. . I ll keep exposing Killah like a murder witness!/

You've even gone softer lately, you're good as a singer/ Kr0ne, Max, Icekidd have all raped you with sick stingers/
Dirty ba^stard, I'm sure Warriblood can even beat ya . .
. . cos I can make a 'laundry list' of men that have taken you to the cleaners!/

Claiming hes back like we feel those rubbish hes dropping/ dissing my audios as if we'ver heard the voice of this pumpkin/ you fortuneless dumb kin/
. . cos only time he got close to a 'wreck order' was while taking a destructive instructions/

True talk, we ll claim tired of ya excessive raps/ cos in the past what you've fed us is crap/
In ya hood? You lost count of heads you 've capped? Pfft!!
. . as if on text or audio battles I won't have you 'laid on both' like se^x in a yacht!/

Okay..mak I diss mikus tho..

Shootn @milk cose my nigga



Bleep it!
Am bringing carnage/. .to leave mikuz bandaged/. .my shii is packaged/. .while hismiscarriage/. .cz is his 'fate to die' and the 'just shall live by fate'. . .hope y'all feel this Adage/. .??!
And
he could Bring his fan page/. .to give him an edge/. .but what he'll 'achieve in five years'/. .?is what i even manage/. .cz am 'chilling on my bed'. .but why u still at the
'Mat matics'?. . . . .
Thought we all moved on with English Language/. .!!?


Yea
I'll kill those who said this wack guy dropping swift/. . U gather gays hype ya rubbish script/. .they laugh at u,they say u act like comic films/. .but this is just a tip of it. .now read this Five line multis scheme/. .!!!
Like. .
How ibime had the knives cut ur nose. .bitch/. .it true u tried but got frozen it/. . Now hes Mary and u worship him like guys on block rosary shit/. .i tell his mum. .milk cose will 'never return tonight'. .cz he already left u 'under the sun to dry'. . .so y is she frontin in?/


Ur forty line's wack/. . We talking punches while u talking rhymes. .gay/. .!
Bitch!
tell him bout his Albino sis yet the punk denies that/. . we shouldn't really be dropping lines man/. .cz I've achieved so many goals. . .
While his rap career is going 'down by the river'. . . .
Buddy Miles Track/. .!!!
Finally. .
My flows sicker/. .while urs are so weaker/. .he knows these bars/. .shall scold his fam/. .cz I've achieved succes in my life time. .while this lady is a . . .
Gold digger/. .!!!
Damn. .,
u broke niggha/. .can't believe u came to this NL battle ground with no slipper/. .and
This gay's an amateur cz a move 'to keep nigghas balls'. . .left a 'shot on ur head'. . .
What are u. . South African Goal keeper/. . hahahahaha



DATS BARS 4 U..!!!!

Bars:



Okay..mak I diss mikus tho..

Shootn @milk cose my nigga



Bleep it!
Am bringing carnage/. .to leave mikuz bandaged/. .my shii is packaged/. .while hismiscarriage/. .cz is his 'fate to die' and the 'just shall live by fate'. . .hope y'all feel this Adage/. .??!
And
he could Bring his fan page/. .to give him an edge/. .but what he'll 'achieve in five years'/. .?is what i even manage/. .cz am 'chilling on my bed'. .but why u still at the
'Mat matics'?. . . . .
Thought we all moved on with English Language/. .!!?


Yea
I'll kill those who said this wack guy dropping swift/. . U gather gays hype ya rubbish script/. .they laugh at u,they say u act like comic films/. .but this is just a tip of it. .now read this Five line multis scheme/. .!!!
Like. .
How ibime had the knives cut ur nose. .bitch/. .it true u tried but got frozen it/. . Now hes Mary and u worship him like guys on block rosary shit/. .i tell his mum. .milk cose will 'never return tonight'. .cz he already left u 'under the sun to dry'. . .so y is she frontin in?/


Ur forty line's wack/. . We talking punches while u talking rhymes. .gay/. .!
Bitch!
tell him bout his Albino sis yet the punk denies that/. . we shouldn't really be dropping lines man/. .cz I've achieved so many goals. . .
While his rap career is going 'down by the river'. . . .
Buddy Miles Track/. .!!!
Finally. .
My flows sicker/. .while urs are so weaker/. .he knows these bars/. .shall scold his fam/. .cz I've achieved succes in my life time. .while this lady is a . . .
Gold digger/. .!!!
Damn. .,
u broke niggha/. .can't believe u came to this NL battle ground with no slipper/. .and
This gay's an amateur cz a move 'to keep nigghas balls'. . .left a 'shot on ur head'. . .
What are u. . South African Goal keeper/. . hahahahaha



DATS BARS 4 U..!!!!

Doppe .. the host said you have to create it yourself bro .. if Opera mini ain't working, use UC browser or use a computer

My freestyle on Muzik Street (the new site) rusty, mehn

I mount pressure on the peasants/ moment I step in on they presence/ coz their luck quickly run down like leprechauns' depression!/
. . . a new spit for rank in session/
. . .and niggas still flow weak and medium/ like the holes in they pen1s/ with no sting or real puns/
but the Krone still a genius/ capping different medals. . . gold, lead and lithium!/
. . . y'all hos keep it indoors. . . coz I'm bringing violence on the Streets/ 10k is waving, broke niggas fighting for a seat/
u bring ur past tenses here, re-writing ur old frees/ but I'm all for the future, I rhyme it off the heat/
just to prove y'all are bunk beds . . .ur lying under me!/
. . .I strike with force and hit. . .when I want to bully fakes/ don't care what the fools would say/
I just toss a few grenades/ and bomb the useless gays/ coz affairs with Krone . . . is worse than f-cking a prostitute with AIDS/
. . I torch fools in the game/ still king in this texting shit/ I handle it like business dealt with skills/ so y'all better bring impressive wits/ coz I'm ready to cast away wack spirits. . like that priest in The Exorcist!/
. . .fake evangelists . . . claim they fighting for the Lord/ but scared of dying on the cross/ me, I fight for what I must . . . and got a license to insult/ that's why this hyping is a must/ so while y'all broke niggas frying in the sauce/ I'll be dining with the gods/ debate my right to be the boss/ and 'I'll make it rain' when I bring violence to ur door/ the only way u'll make it rain. . .is by crying from ur loss/
. . .I got my head bent on bagging millions/ Lord knows I'm frankly zealous/ and now, I'm damn prestigious/
while y'all homos can't be serious/ ur only good in adoring scrotum . . . .ur sac -religious!!!

Darkrebel666:


Doppe .. the host said you have to create it yourself bro .. if Opera mini ain't working, use UC browser or use a computer

Chaii...mak I use UC den

kr0ne:
My freestyle on Muzik Street (the new site) rusty, mehn

I mount pressure on the peasants/ moment I step in on they presence/ coz their luck quickly run down like leprechauns' depression!/
. . . a new spit for rank in session/
. . .and niggas still flow weak and medium/ like the holes in they penis/ with no sting or real puns/
but the Krone still a genius/ capping different medals. . . gold, lead and lithium!/
. . . y'all hos keep it indoors. . . coz I'm bringing violence on the Streets/ 10k is waving, broke niggas fighting for a seat/
u bring ur past tenses here, re-writing ur old frees/ but I'm all for the future, I rhyme it off the heat/
just to prove y'all are bunk beds . . .ur lying under me!/
. . .I strike with force and hit. . .when I want to bully fakes/ don't care what the fools would say/
I just toss a few grenades/ and bomb the useless gays/ coz affairs with Krone . . . is worse than f-cking a prostitute with AIDS/
. . I torch fools in the game/ still king in this texting shit/ I handle it like business dealt with skills/ so y'all better bring impressive wits/ coz I'm ready to cast away wack spirits. . like that priest in The Exorcist!/
. . .fake evangelists . . . claim they fighting for the Lord/ but scared of dying on the cross/ me, I fight for what I must . . . and got a license to insult/ that's why this hyping is a must/ so while y'all broke niggas frying in the sauce/ I'll be dining with the gods/ debate my right to be the boss/ and 'I'll make it rain' when I bring violence to ur door/ the only way u'll make it rain. . .is by crying from ur loss/
. . .I got my head bent on bagging millions/ Lord knows I'm frankly zealous/ and now, I'm damn prestigious/
while y'all homos can't be serious/ ur only good in adoring scrotum . . . .ur sac -religious!!!

Lol...nice shit man

kr0ne:
My freestyle on Muzik Street (the new site) rusty, mehn

I mount pressure on the peasants/ moment I step in on they presence/ coz their luck quickly run down like leprechauns' depression!/
. . . a new spit for rank in session/
. . .and niggas still flow weak and medium/ like the holes in they penis/ with no sting or real puns/
but the Krone still a genius/ capping different medals. . . gold, lead and lithium!/
. . . y'all hos keep it indoors. . . coz I'm bringing violence on the Streets/ 10k is waving, broke niggas fighting for a seat/
u bring ur past tenses here, re-writing ur old frees/ but I'm all for the future, I rhyme it off the heat/
just to prove y'all are bunk beds . . .ur lying under me!/
. . .I strike with force and hit. . .when I want to bully fakes/ don't care what the fools would say/
I just toss a few grenades/ and bomb the useless gays/ coz affairs with Krone . . . is worse than f-cking a prostitute with AIDS/
. . I torch fools in the game/ still king in this texting shit/ I handle it like business dealt with skills/ so y'all better bring impressive wits/ coz I'm ready to cast away wack spirits. . like that priest in The Exorcist!/
. . .fake evangelists . . . claim they fighting for the Lord/ but scared of dying on the cross/ me, I fight for what I must . . . and got a license to insult/ that's why this hyping is a must/ so while y'all broke niggas frying in the sauce/ I'll be dining with the gods/ debate my right to be the boss/ and 'I'll make it rain' when I bring violence to ur door/ the only way u'll make it rain. . .is by crying from ur loss/
. . .I got my head bent on bagging millions/ Lord knows I'm frankly zealous/ and now, I'm damn prestigious/
while y'all homos can't be serious/ ur only good in adoring scrotum . . . .ur sac -religious!!!

....

sac religious is an old slang.....beetch

kr0ne:
My freestyle on Muzik Street (the new site) rusty, mehn

I mount pressure on the peasants/ moment I step in on they presence/ coz their luck quickly run down like leprechauns' depression!/
. . . a new spit for rank in session/
. . .and niggas still flow weak and medium/ like the holes in they pen1s/ with no sting or real puns/
but the Krone still a genius/ capping different medals. . . gold, lead and lithium!/
. . . y'all hos keep it indoors. . . coz I'm bringing violence on the Streets/ 10k is waving, broke niggas fighting for a seat/
u bring ur past tenses here, re-writing ur old frees/ but I'm all for the future, I rhyme it off the heat/
just to prove y'all are bunk beds . . .ur lying under me!/
. . .I strike with force and hit. . .when I want to bully fakes/ don't care what the fools would say/
I just toss a few grenades/ and bomb the useless gays/ coz affairs with Krone . . . is worse than f-cking a prostitute with AIDS/
. . I torch fools in the game/ still king in this texting shit/ I handle it like business dealt with skills/ so y'all better bring impressive wits/ coz I'm ready to cast away wack spirits. . like that priest in The Exorcist!/
. . .fake evangelists . . . claim they fighting for the Lord/ but scared of dying on the cross/ me, I fight for what I must . . . and got a license to insult/ that's why this hyping is a must/ so while y'all broke niggas frying in the sauce/ I'll be dining with the gods/ debate my right to be the boss/ and 'I'll make it rain' when I bring violence to ur door/ the only way u'll make it rain. . .is by crying from ur loss/
. . .I got my head bent on bagging millions/ Lord knows I'm frankly zealous/ and now, I'm damn prestigious/
while y'all homos can't be serious/ ur only good in adoring scrotum . . . .ur sac -religious!!!

Doppe stuff

Amidst all the rants here nd there,I still come here to drop flows/ no one comes close/ I keep ffr burning nd fumigate some souls/ with conscience absent but done on purpose/
Still,I'm receiving no credit for that/ they all concentrate their heads on the chats/ all I see hear is gay stuffs..grown niggaz flirting with man/ some nerdy n stans/
I jes can't understand/ they all acting b1tchy,noone acting like a formal man/ their goals on here,seem to me as abnormal plan/ I'll soon hand them over to robbers like childish play with rubber bands /
They're mis managing their freedom of expression/ in this section,ppl just rant nd don't bother about the essential/ I really can't even state an exception/ but we all know the especials/
They chat morning and night/ about stuff that are boring nd lies/ they can be funny at times/ but this is rap battle,if it ain't bars,it's disturbing the eyes/
Please at least...bless ffr with like two d0pe verses per week/ or swerve to romance nd sexuality section where you should be and stick/ cos if I see you here,I'll assume you're "nut" nd looking for a wife,maybe in teddybiyasi/ so as rap father,I mean,me as king/ it would be "hundred lashes from me"/

kr0ne:
My freestyle on Muzik Street (the new site) rusty, mehn

I mount pressure on the peasants/ moment I step in on they presence/ coz their luck quickly run down like leprechauns' depression!/
. . . a new spit for rank in session/
. . .and niggas still flow weak and medium/ like the holes in they pen1s/ with no sting or real puns/
but the Krone still a genius/ capping different medals. . . gold, lead and lithium!/
. . . y'all hos keep it indoors. . . coz I'm bringing violence on the Streets/ 10k is waving, broke niggas fighting for a seat/
u bring ur past tenses here, re-writing ur old frees/ but I'm all for the future, I rhyme it off the heat/
just to prove y'all are bunk beds . . .ur lying under me!/
. . .I strike with force and hit. . .when I want to bully fakes/ don't care what the fools would say/
I just toss a few grenades/ and bomb the useless gays/ coz affairs with Krone . . . is worse than f-cking a prostitute with AIDS/
. . I torch fools in the game/ still king in this texting shit/ I handle it like business dealt with skills/ so y'all better bring impressive wits/ coz I'm ready to cast away wack spirits. . like that priest in The Exorcist!/
. . .fake evangelists . . . claim they fighting for the Lord/ but scared of dying on the cross/ me, I fight for what I must . . . and got a license to insult/ that's why this hyping is a must/ so while y'all broke niggas frying in the sauce/ I'll be dining with the gods/ debate my right to be the boss/ and 'I'll make it rain' when I bring violence to ur door/ the only way u'll make it rain. . .is by crying from ur loss/
. . .I got my head bent on bagging millions/ Lord knows I'm frankly zealous/ and now, I'm damn prestigious/
while y'all homos can't be serious/ ur only good in adoring scrotum . . . .ur sac -religious!!!

kronikles.. tyt as usual....

teddybiyasi:
against dami it'll be a d0per verse to wack verse...../....if i'm to brawl a nigga I'll go for bar to bar fight..../....but since I'm brawling a girl I'll put the r in between b&a cause we'll be going bra for bra fight

BAD GIRL

NP: Ambo o!!! Ambo! Eko sheshe bere ni o. Ambo o!!

Yeyenati how far baby girl!

mikuz:

stop snubbing me before I break bottle on ur head

yeyenati:
Vickybash you seriously have gotten yourself a bad rap sheet with that legendary no-show. Teddymaiyianshi wont accept. Shes busy with schoolling and scrooling.

epic: bash the yansh!!!!!! Buhahahaha!!! Osanobua!!!!

lwkm, pass me that weed

Lord save me from me/dis shyt is 2 big,but it still stick on me/
i mean my brains,my thoughts are so heavy/my body parts now envy/you wont grab if i share ideas with you/i realised my fear is you/gee,if death comes 2 dos inferior,i'l b d only survivor/my body would be d only sure rival/fucq dis niggs dat cnt think deep/if dey try to,dey'l stink..bleep/mind over matter/i drain brains n leave d body untouched...mind over matter/


been long sha.....dnt mind d weak bars....

PEACE AND OUT!!

Limerick:
stop snubbing me before I break bottle on ur head

Are you Edo Boiy?

Look at him chatting. The same reason he banned elymax cray. Same reason he banned sojathug

it's a pitty we have too many hypocrites in this section who won't say the truth. Shout out to the real ones though

Respect to everybody ...


Leggo!


Balancing bravery... my memory can picture the imagery
Dead souls dead bars dead poet is all simile
We bless the mission let astray our conscience with cypher
Am fouler with words scripting what heads can't decipher
What's strange about jet-age penning with rage
I keep writing till I broke my faith on tape
Escape the emptiness ...get drunk of your own thoughts
If ya can't stomach the truth stay to drawing lots
The government kept us in despair...Humanity snared
Our history is shrine it's words we will swear
Where ya minds become in distress of death sentence
Regret is un-read books but is clear I set d present

mikuz:


Are you Edo Boiy?

The E-diot Is chatting again
HYPOCRITE

mikuz:


Are you Edo Boiy?

yea

Akin1212:

The E-diot Is chatting again
HYPOCRITE

whats your problem guy? are you a fool? Or do you forbid to post a comment without including stupidiity?

Limerick:

BAD GIRL

NP: Ambo o!!! Ambo! Eko sheshe bere ni o. Ambo o!!

Yeyenati how far baby girl!

e no too far/ I still dey find d ryt bar/...fever don put me inside eem plan/ I no knw wen eem go lift d ban...

Limerick:
lwkm, pass me that weed

Shey you don say bye-bye for house? Dis kain one dey cause injury for person's mind oo.


....diss @...he knows himself.

Attention!!!
It's time to spit fire/ make this self appointed winger retire/ he's an old timer... an offsider/
...If he scores then na cause he's a 'gunner' with blank shots//

Dude can't serve shît/ maybe his foul rhymes in tiny bits/i'd use his cheese brain to make foreign cuisine/
...buh if the fool say he go feed una eyes, na eem be say MamaCass don dey sell singapore dishes/

dis buba is a troll/his creativity no get stamina/like say He dey do Oju-ore carnival/ wey dem tag 'eko for show'/...buh na oyo peep line up...igbira dem come follow/ he's wasted time...cos getting him to weave a good show Is like making Ludakris sing country music//

Hater'z empty like an egg shell/... he claim to be 'hard'/...but he breaks easy, can't cause 'a reaction'(eRection)/ ...the only time he makes sh*t stand at attention is when he's taking matters into his own hands//

Old cargo feeling funk/ in his dry ancient spúnk/ oga no dey form methuselah for dis hunks/ ...big man no be d size of ur belly/ ...no one interested in d content...cos na jelly/
....only way dis wack can claim to be 'the don', is as Don Juan in the midst of faggiits//

Wish he'll lose his senses/ come my lane, na eem be say e no wan 'mercy'/ 
I for show am say 'akigbhe' no dey carry last/ I be female don king... like rock, i go blast/
...if u think u can act, only movie u'd feature in na for ur 'in memoriam..

. . . .

I'm back with an agenda/ to massacre the females, males, bisexual and every gender/
Posed as the rap bender/ done dropped my evil thoughts in a blender/
Enthwinin' these mixed feelings with beef/ ya asss exposed to the public will give me relief/
Believe. . . Me when I tell ya I'm bangin/
hangin' with 'em dudes placed in higher ranks, please/
bitchh!!! mark this/
this year I'm happenin/
Picture me dancin' nakedd in my room as my dick be danglin/
But ffuckk you!! if you hating on this cool niggie/
No Poppa Doc but all we need is a Free world away from your stupidity!/
(Easy G. . .)
Heard ya be going hard tryna cop points dissing me/
Throwin' shade when i go flame/
I show then/
ya switch like "we love G'Iyaz, besides he a known gem"/
.....
Who the ffuckk is you?
.....
I'm spillin' these lines to deal with you/ pitty you/
Cos it's kickin' dude/
Ya actin' king droppin' weak lines/
I smack this bitchh and he ain't speakin' in a week time/
Sshhhh. . .How the ffuckk you brag boi?/
Don't ya know ya wack, boi?/
you think you's a cat, boi?/
Skinny jeans? You ffag, boi?/
Please Stop the act, boi/
Someone tell this fool that he's name be Whizzy don't mean he a Star, boi!/
. . . .Mtscheeeew!
Some niggas be crackin' ma ribs/ backin' that beat/
Lines ill but ya be.. gaspin' ta breath/
Glacierz boi, was thinkin' you'd grab it/ then smash it/ BAM sshit/
But nigga, you was trapped in that beat that you rapped in!/
Hold on sonny. . . See, I ain't takin' shots/
Cos if I was on that sshit ya could sight some Remy popped/
YOLO
Rebel be food for some she now/ that rematch ya kicked went down for some free round/
Big clown/ what's all that talk ya make that bbitch bow?/ ya types front with cheap gowns/
Cos ya like Kristina Rei. . . a bbitch with a big mouth!/
Hitcha!
Huh. . . I'm going raw as i pop bad sshit/
Addin' up 'em puccies showin' up in time I'd bust ma sshit/
Yeyenati endowned with a circular @ss. . . catch me wishin' I hug that bbitch/
Sight another one in the angle/ with plus size bbreasts i dream to strangle/
Haha, c'mon Giyazz ffuckk that sshit/ Tifanee, Cherryice, Atikub, teddybiyasi I wish y'all hit my crib and come suck ma dick!/
Ya heard right. . .
JigSawKillah's a bbitch, a clown, a wannabe gangsta/
A motherffuckin' frown Scott Evan's grandma/
I pull ya out cos I gasto/ for being a fake Thug like CB4's Gusto/
Ya never moved coke unless on an apron instead/
And the only time ya got a Tek was when you copped Raymond's mixtapezz!!/
See, Punchlines I be spillin' stay sleak/
you don't wanna battle me, I still slay quick/
Every line sick like some SS nigga copped malaria/
Ya verses be wack, better stay off ma nick bra/
Or next time ya down. . . pack fa real ya/
Cos that last sshit never 'scratched ME. . . like the DJ be sleepin' on Sandie Shaw's materials!!!!!


Gerrout!

These bullets in my gun, they kill faster/
Bust in your spine, that's a bone crusher/
Your life I'm taking, like a candle snuffer/

I'll show up at your crib all strapped..
Burst thru your front door..All your fam are getting
capped/
Catch your dad in the room where he is
masturbating..
Then kill him by busting in his urinary tract/

They call me softysparky..
I got guns and I kill sharply/
Got connections in the US army/
And bítches step back, cuz i don't play dirty/

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lagunna
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Ochon
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Odunharry
Valmunich
Gladdys
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