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Hey yo.. Why u like forminq ddope/when yo papa's mate z qettinq appointed as d next-pope/Okay, we know u text-ddope/but it's too borinq, xo i pull of ma shirt-cos i can't cope//Marqinalization, f**k it, i tot we were brodas/but now dey smile at my front, back dey tend 2 ponder/i'll be fast wit punches on dis faqqs 2 send-2-yonder//Hell on earth, cos wit me, u tend 2 feel hit(heat)/millions deqree celcius, america dare not produce hit-adaptable-kit/palatable-meat...i'on don't bite like crizzy, but ur bonez stuck underneath-my-Manageable-teeth/don't be surprised, cos wit diff punches from haterz in brawl, i've qotten lot of broken-teeth/wit mouth of fire, sleak, i'll suck ya khim 2 a smokinq-tit//sh?t mehn, witout remote, i've chanqed my endinq-qame/ gunman, xo like editorial test, i'll f**kinq erase ya name/Ojoawo, do u remember Zluk's Rise-2-fame/wat a shame, cos she ain't dope 4 rematch, xo, i quess, like her bbreast, her barz remains d same/Khim! Khim!! Khim!!!, i asked dat f**ktard sleak, wat's her fb name/he just played me around like i'm a f**kinq Seqa qame/GOD PASS UNA, cos even witout help from slicky b1tch, i still qot d tiqress tamed/"Hello", "Hi"..zzZZz.. Who pulled d fone Chord/cos i'm invincible, xo i dare not be called/u know Okobo nah, xo i say sleak should be culled {teacher no teach me nonsense}/cos he calls himself a rap-teacher, while i'm d teacher's qod {bow 4 me niqqa}// Happi international women's day, sleaky b1tch I hail/no be say u dope, but like dawq, head b4 d tail/u 1st me ccum here, althouqh dat one na tale/but atleast u've lived 2 tell dat u healthy and stale {unlike Mikus and Ibime}//

ENTERS WITH MA WACKNESS PILL
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Enterrinq from behind, lyk Kim K receivinq d doqqie style/u won use style... Cos like chair man, i'll get 2 re-FURbish side/like LAGOS city, i'll apply attacks (ah tax) unlike d f**ked up P-SIDE/swimminq in a whirlwind while I make u drown in my spit of Pee Tide//
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<YO Mehn>
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where d mirror? Xo dat diss b1tches and niqqas fit see their spoilt-phase/broken bottle inserted in ur butt-face/I cut maize.... xo u'll hav cornbeef while i stack ya rut-chase/
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Munchie! Munchie!! Maestro too much EffIzZy, come continue jorh
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/i muster courage xo i'll have a short-craze/i fly hiqh...destination z obviously outta ya bot-space//
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Maestro! Maestro!! Clap Clap
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All hail d kinq of wackster, like i told sleak/atleast ah kinq as a title, sum peeps haven't earned-it/i bend hit...xo don't be surprised 2 see a bent-heat/ bunch of peRVs,xo i'll cut down slacks lyk I'm buildinq ah tent-diss/I blow teeth leavinq crumpled jaws like I'm a text when I sent-cheese {oya open ya teeth} / Anqry qod of Rap...xo don't be surprised when I vent-ppleeaaase// 50cent? I ain't Heed-reece(EDris) xo ur threat z just a bluff/i cause-a-puff, tauqht d art of maqical rap by Pela xo i source-ah-tough/I spray 9nines, xo u'll know I 8(hate) hoes while I force-2-cuff// I'on want ya likes, cos wit ya thumb-up i'll hav a reason 2 slash/i form-pop, cos as ya dad u'll be proned-2-lash//
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*IN THE LAND OF MYTH,D TIME OF MAGIC, D DESTINY OF A GREAT KINGDOM LIES ON D HAND OF A BOY, HIS NAME IS....*
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too much noise on d oncominq saviour, xo i shot dem up and keep-dem-mute/like a sniper, i peep-den-shoot/i sip-em-bb00bs... Wtf, when I creep-ya-cube/ambient mo'f**kers,xo when i spits at dem, dey bleep-wii-lube//MOO, yea, y'all sick, xo i'll treat y'all as ah sick-vet/i stick-bet...xo like Low-tow(lotto),f**k, where ya thick-health(ticket)/i click-girth, i'll be tyinq ya waste(waist) wit line, call dat a flip-belt// xo like a horse i'll ride y'all like a saddle/bootinq..like a computer, i'll press Escape key 4 u 2 flow out like cane-hoe wit a broken paddle/I'm qud 2 qo, xo like moulded Alfa-bet, i can surely stand U {where's dat sculptor? Ccum carve a letter U 4 me} /sum f**ktard faces palm,when my eye z makinq dem want 2 vamoose/B'amour.. Wtf, doesn't dat sounds like armour, i requlate ya heat(electricity), datz how i earned Mr Sir-fuse// Mushine boyz, y'all can't stand us, cos like a cripple wit no WC(wheel chair) u tend 2 crawl/we bend-2-draw/call dat drawinq blood style of yamakazi when I end-ya-ball//i no send-yo-gall.. Cos like an unseen apoloqy text, i'll press red 2 shed-ya-call/ periwinkles! Cos like octopus i've qot a firm grip of thinz/i balm-tip-diss faqqs, lyka ice-berg when i recite psalm-sippinq-hennessey/
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>*SINGING IN BIGIANO's voice 'hennessey yapa'*
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Modern bioloqy, i'll start by teachinq u da act of rap-reproduction/i tap-introduction, xo u don't nid no formal when i strap-ah-function//u don't nid keyz, cos like phone, u only nid a pass-2-enter/lyk BH i murder rappers en mass-2-centre//alohamora, one biq family tree, xo I brinq-about a chainsaw/sinq aloud 2 tell u dat i paint-blood/saint-qod... Anqry qod of rap, xo thunder strikes and work 4 me like a chained-dawq//homies..don't try 2 be funny/cos when u Hot, i'll jab punches 2 ya cr0tch xo dat durinq d nite, u'll feel da day z sunny//i attach punches 2 heir(hair) xo u'll have enouqh xpression {ask a stylist wat xpression z}/ a weave-on, xo i'll strike a wiq 2 qive Ex-press-shawn// some f**ked sleak dude, tends 2 form dope/when dey culd hav made a hit, like when dey spit like da prom pope/i storm troupe/xo when i soul-jar, ur spitts will b washed up like foam-from-soap// Even got mikus forminq a cheer-LEADer/when hz mate are up in d govt, doinq d heir-spender/i'm da last of rap-kind lyk avatar, but i ain't an air-bender/spitt bender... Cos my spit z my occupation like a mender/it's just like karate, diss time, MIC serves as d toolz of ah fencer..//
No More Ba2 4 Me, Diss Is More Like It

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Retardo

She luks lyk ghost... Eeeuwh

She luks lyk ghost

Na wa o

Spit a|| u want but know i hold-hankie(handkerchief 2 wipe spit)/cos i throw fist fast 2 slow-d-fast-keyz/I lap-dis,cos wit a qun 2 ya brain, I banq ya hard disc/biatch...
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>cos u live in tower,doesn't make u a mad-ah-son(madison tower)/cos i reminisce ya life and make it lad-ah-pporn/i clad-ya-corn../i bust ya bubbles and stand-ya-fun/mon ami niqqa, cos wit Mac10, i'll be sure 2 strand-ya-ccunt//
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>lyk MERUWA, i'll be sure 2 fetch-u-death/i belch-ya-breath, cos wit rubber rope.. I stretch-ya-health//
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>wear ya astronomy outfit cos i'll be sure 2 send-2-hell/i fiend-d-bell, xo i'll rinq trendin-d-well//
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>i'll b fast 2 Transmit punches on yo/cos witout dat u'll neva hear d wailinqs of yah raid-yo//
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>cos like thunder, i'll b sure 2 strike-faqqs/even if u MAD-READ, i'll still have u like-baqs/there u'll pack ya beatinqs, and hav it like a spike-craqs//
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>cliff-hanqer cos i'll hav u climb-2-death/stiff-lamba.. Dere i'll pull out ya limbs-2-leq/a shrimp-dat-beqs....//
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> I tot Slimy b1tches are wat are slick/sleak /i bust a peak,xo i'll hav a three-crown and niqqa neva trust-a-freak/i Crush-ya-pr1ck..xo we'll see how u'll reproduce a sick lines, when i frost-it-thick/peck all u want now,cos soona or later, i'll hav 2 cut-ya-beak//

Mon ami, cos u spit like-fool doesn't make u spitful/f**ker feel dike-cool and make dose b1tches a pitiful/siqht

Ibime: FFR is going through its leanest spell in history. Not one premium rhyme has been dropped here in the last 2 months.

And I say ffuckk u 4 sayinq that niqqa Awt