You want the fame, true. . .But you pretended all this while/ now youre showing your true color. . .You yellow-bellied fu cking swine!/

Dumbos gracing the pen/ it's like we're racing again/
But we know who's last when we compare babies to men

Youre not racing again, youre busted. . .You should retire/ i said you are not racing again, you are bursted. . .You should re-tyre!

The Royal pen is what commoners desire/ real niggas fall off and refire/
When wordies don't Rhyme....your teacher's gonna be fired!/

You talk like you matter most, Mr. 'Fifth' wit/ filmin' the most shot, Mr & Mrs Smith/
in the poet 'tsunami', Rhymes were ur 'life jacket' but you couldn't 'save urself' with it/

You matter then, Mr DJTrashWriter?/ my pen dragging niggas, it spat fire/
I bring fat pliers, and squeeze you when you don't connect, like bad wire

Outdated lines like dude iz in his 80's//
..worn out bars,, yhu need needle to patch it
//
so wack I had to sentence him to death by hanging //
.... reason why he z above me dangling//

I expected smoking/ Dottins Willis, but 'twas all disappointin', smokeless/
Your SIGNATURE moves not movin', your rhymes are Young, but YOU are not Focused/

Bruce be the only nigga importing rhymes/ hence, the awards are mine/. . . . the rapist above me should be jailed for forcing rhymes/

Stop feelin' fly, egg worm/ don't you see you're mixin' things up, in all ur todays turns/
checkout the words in ur bar, those are vague terms/

"egg worm"....word? Nah u just an embryo feeling comfy in ur eggshell /
Punchlines ain't that hard, ur strongest bar is Microsoft, I Excel/
Smoke this nigga online , I exhale/
School drop out, UNILAG, DLI, do the math, ISL/

Foolish biter! You made your return known/ oaf, you learn slow/
Keep biting flame writtens, you'll burn, bro!

See who's talkin' u that stalk n steal/ Bis, Ema,..top ninjas know how this Hulk became steel/
You bit your way to the top, his lyrics, style, ..u made Poppa Doc ur meal/

See who z talking, u knwn for ya inconsistent rhymes lad// harmattan did u bad, ur flow z xo dry man// I'm da god of rap xo bow down nd worship//nd thy shal serve no oda god but me!

O yeah we shal serve no oda god but u.Ama serve u my punchlines until ur boxer is full wit poo.I doubt it if u stil wanna b worship.Cos ur rhymes are nothing 2 my kid broda warship!

Watch the space rook/ i'm the one in charge of this place crook/
...hey you/ punch properly, u don't just write what's on your mind, this is not facebook/

(stares @ screen with oh shit wtf face look) Nigerian rap sucks, imma roll to every station & kill the DJ cos there's money on his head/
Guess 5naira is d price for putting out whack music, turn the radio back on, I hear static cos his ass is dead/

I slay my haters/ for not bringing something to the table like lazy waiters . .Gun so big, i give K 2{ketu} like a place in lagos

The letter u stroke/ were clever though jokes/
And ur pun, a good meal.. but could have been better with Coke/

Ahaha these niggas cray,
I'm on a win streak today,
Wrecked a DJ, & some dude thinking he James Bond aka doro Brucy /
Do u quick, let's hit my dojo, show u some moves, no Bruce Lee/
When I say I end ur rap career, stop acting, this ain't a movie, weak Punchlines don't move me/
wanna bet?
Pretend it's The Matrix Reloaded, I'm Neo, y'all the Wachowski brothers directing, go ahead, SHOOT ME!/

I will punch the coward/ with puns every hour/ and make errbody boo K(bouquet) like a bunch of flowers/

Bouquet? Pfft touche, I thought I got Bruce slayed?
Guess I need bigger guns, make him dance, so he shake that bootay

If i ra pe his bytch/ the judge would set me free, and say kazna is frail and weak/ cos the last time he took shots at me. . . K's diss missed(case dismissed)/

It's Revenge of the Sith, kill every goddamn Jedi,/
Screw lightsabers, I aim with the fifth, shoot shoot, pewn, pewn with 90% accuracy, deadeye/
Check the body count, a wannabe movie star turned dead guy/
Ground missile Kill him OTA, bury him in the sky/

i will rip this homo faster/ when i sling this arrow at ya/ To make K see (Kcee) we aint on the same level, not even with the limpopo master/

Neo doesn't need more ammo but bullet time coming to Battlefield 7?/
lolwut? I just Reloaded 2 HK416s, now I'm sending this 007 agent's ass back to heaven/

I fight with real men that carry guns, you better prepare/ but fu ck it! Youre just a kid with a plastic gun. . . gerrarahere!!

Man all this gun talk gets me bored tho/
So I kill my enemies b4 lunch, drink their blood, pour it slow,/
Then I find me a good girl, turn her into a LovePeddler yo,
& kill that bitch if she cheats, head off the torso,
Shady Slaughterhouse horror show/
Nostradamus predicted his own death, best ever horoscope,
I foresee death, destruction, war & smoke

Dummy! It says two lines/ a punch, good rhymes/
You hate the gun talks because you could die!

I do what I want, lead game designer for street fighter, I make moves/
I don't front but if you stunt then yo azz is dump, IDGAF so what if I break rules? /

Kazna69:
Man all this gun talk gets me bored tho/ So I kill my enemies b4 lunch, drink their blood, pour it slow,/ Then I find me a good girl, turn her into a LovePeddler yo, & kill that bitch if she cheats, head off the torso, Shady Slaughterhouse horror show/ Nostradamus predicted his own death, best ever horoscope, I foresee death, destruction, war & smoke

He's spent his whole life listening to Marshall Matters lp2// An interview and you will find out he is gey (gay) too///

Put it together, I rock hoes y'all rock fellas genriv backwards - virgen - say Virgin? /
Genriv - gervin, wait George Gervin? Nah, you Jason Collins the nairaland version/