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teddybiyasi: so you expect me to reply this thing

ckushy: Freestyle


The king is back, y'all spitting crap should sit back and clap when I spit crackk!! Or git smacked bad till your face looks like a pillow stucked in a backpack.
Bang! Bang!! Shooters shooting this rapman, I still stand and they fall like bottles held by a clumsy barman
I'm the chairman, sitting on the chair!
I broke M.I's spine, now he sitting on wheel chair
you bore this fans, hand me the mic! They will cheer. . .
up when I table down. . . my raps.
When i spit, they put down. . . they hands,
then I was a kid, I'm a bull now! Huh yh! I'm able now!
And this gayys should crown me!
Dont tryna act sharp, I'm the blade. I'll be wesley snipping all!, wrecking spinal cords! Lets see what ya got,
cos you cant break me; I'm like a diamond and I see no one shining,
Ibime rhyming,
Tiiyaz whining,
Mikuz firing,
warriblood? The goof's tiring,
the coog's a tyrant, oppressing the weak minds.
but I could take seven lifes when I click a nine. .
A bullet piercing through they heart.
We should battle? You wont get a tie, 'cos I make judges loose they mind!
I school the rhymes!
School the kids, and I'm the 1 they shoot 4; now its two-three-five(235)!


This a freestyle, not popping pre-writtens, Ion script shits! No one testing. I'm the King in this Bytch!!!

Ibime: Saturday morning free. . .


Nigga gon' quit when I hit him with puns/
I got 99 problems. . . but a million in funds/
If you think I'm talking Naira, then you simple and dumb/
but if a hungry nigga beg for dough. . . I'ma give him some buns!/
The weak-hearted talk tough . . . but see a killer and run/
but I superglue my trigger finger. . . nigga, I stick to my guns!/
My bars got the angels grinning/
Punch niggas till they brains is spinning/
so don't brag about the place you live in/ or get made a victim/
cos I'm a crook. . . so if your chains do glisten/
you guaranteed to get jerked. . . like Jamaican chicken/
I'm fly and handsome. . .plus my paper is strong/
In the club. . . ladies'll throng/ and flock to any table I'm on/
I make your chick wanna take off her thong/
So when Chris Brown say "these girls ain't loyal". . . you relate to that song!!/
I pen lyrics that dudes want/ y'all fools front/ tryna pull stunts/
but ya punches barely 'foul' scratch. . . mine give niggas 'goose' bumps!/



oNe

ckushy: Short1


I slaughter,take lives with cutlass,spade,knives/
'keep spitting like a broken water main pipe/
I spit dope. . . Aint Nacho poo, But I'm on real shitt, while y'all utter fake lines!!!



These silly textcees/ are really testing/. .
You better stick to your lame T-E-X-T/
cos I'm still the B-E-S-T/
Dont V-E-X me/
Or I kick E-S-T/
and replace it with URY. . . Inhume you in a limitless Pit/!!!

Vivalavida99: Says the fàggot...

Vivalavida99: Why don't you go preach your nonsense to your leeching, empty and soulless people in London. Try coming up with something intelligent or you can shut the phuck up and stop begging for acceptance. Rëtarded dîck wipe.

Gentlemimi2: ^^^
Hello shadyslim. Why do u ask?

LooNat11kk: this cooger na pikin, always blowing his own horn everytime -_-

Gentlemimi2: @ shymexx
LWKMD! Seems u imagine raphead to be a ''model'' kinda guy? The dude is the definition of ''fuuuggglllllyyyy'',with the height of a maggi cube and a non-functional dick. But his as:shole is good enough for his boyfies like u. No tienks. What u smell is ur after-shave.
Oh my days!. Did u just describe Iheoma? mehn! Ur nuts must hv done a hell of transformation on her. Talk of talents....

mikuz: Massive injuries? Pttf! . .

Ffuck massive injuries . .

I'm hard like Bruce Willis/ I aint in the same class as these groupies/
I ll sell their @ss with two rupees/
They tactless like Eagles assisting crew is/
We 'll never agree like Baptists and Bhudhists/
. . Ill spank and kick the sshit out 'em . . with the exact moves of Jackie Chan in the movies!/

Ok

These guys are a bunch of nerdy dumb speakers/
Comparing y'll to me is like pitching Messi with Inler/
Cos me and ddopeness go together like the web and Mozilla/
So you can't be effing with Hitler/ or mess with Godzilla/
I ball far and wide . . from Chelsea to Inter . .
. . but homers equally feel me . . cos I bring the 'Buzz near' . . . ffuck 'Herzigovinia'!/

I bury y'll preachers/ leave you outshoned in seconds/ and teach ya penniless folks a lesson/
. . then stab you so many times . . and have medics 'checking for holes'. . like a road inspection!/

I smoke like Benson/ y'll 'bout ta see why I ball better than Samba/ and come heavy with stanzas/
I'm trouble and a headache to rappers/
I never show mercy to magas/
so Ill hospitalise ya wife after I leave you expunged with batter/
. . then terrorise her when I blast more shots at 'Her ward' . . than Belgium attackers!/

I aint disrespecting you pumpkins/ but you never come hard with the metas ya dropping/ I can tell with that verse that you dropping/ . . you spit better than goblins/
Y'll aint got anything left in the offin/ but before you ll get dressed in a coffin/ with ya fellas in mourning/
Ill burn ya leg together with ya footwear . . and give you an 'Ash can' . . like Dejagah's cousins!/

My sick puns are emphatic/ My cold flows leave the audience estactic/
I bedevil you wacksters like what I pop is satanic/
I'm to you lil ones what John Paul is to catholics/
I got more hugs when I'm balling than Shaqairi scoring a hat trick/
My moves leave chicks wetter than a storm in the artic/
. . Cos I "lubricate ppussies" . . with the quick expertise of an auto mechanic!/

I puncture ya larynx/ have you dazed and dismissed in a hurry/
. . cos if you fake preachers claim you "going the extra mile" . . then y'll must be on a missionary journey!/

Ya mum is truly my val/ I do a ffoursome with her and like two of her pals/
. . So don't come at me with the face . . or Ill break a camera and attack you with the 'Lens' . . like Louis Van Gaal!/

I ve sired hard rappers/ and inspired mad archers/
. . been in the game longer than Puyol before he retired at Barca/
I resolve questions scientists claim can't be be provided with answers/
I read ya bars and all I see are the rhymes of a starter/
. . but my bars bring this place to the outside world . .
. . even my one liners is fire/ so my cyphers were what exposed this site . . like Nairaland hackers!/

I retire you gaffers/ cos you can't match wits the master/ I have you bemused with ma lingua franca/
My chick so ddope . . and she aint even a rapper/
. . and ya chick? Ask Teddybiyasi . . any guy who puts hands in her hole . . runs the risk of getting a finger cancer!/

Ya ex is in black bra . . Or shes a mafia/ thats the nnaked truth guys, I swear/
. . cos she goads me ta lay her . . with a gun to my head . . she says "ssex me or ya dead" . . its a 'do or die affair'!/

If they hail this guy as the smartest/ or his rhymes as the hardest/
Ill hide with a matchet . . to leave his thighs and knees parted . .
. . cos niggas who spit nursery rhymes Ill be made my primary target!/

You just a hopeless imposter/ tell me why I aint going to murk ya?/
. . Ya a ffag who deserve to die . . since you can smooch and 'Peck ah man' . . . 'coach of Columbia'/

If you selfish traiters/ fail to hail this verse as greater/
Ill wait till you pass my street . . then have my boys extort and snatch ya phones . .
. . and make you lose sets . . like clumsy tennis players!/

I rhyme the sickest bars in the room/ test me and ya fam'ly ll soon/ find ya @ss in a tomb/
. . like Neuer - I'm my teams sweeper . . but they ll only call him a sweeper . . If he was handling a broom!/


I'm da next to fly/ the rest ll die/
ehm . . What else?
Ok headache . . Bye!!

ckushy: Quick freeze for the stupid bitchhh!






I'm like Zimmerman and you Martin/.
. jig would be shot brutally/ .
You could curtain in a vault, you aint still safe from my cruel bandits/. . .
we come at night to burn down your house into ashes/
while ur mum singing your lastborn lullabies/
Your father is/ . . .a drunk, and he smokes cannabis/. . .a crackk addict/ . . .
we sight him staggering home. . . Ta! Ta! My boys just slapped papa Jig/
and all he utter's- more Horse power please!/. . .
. Boom! Baga dam dam!!! Its nw Ali scene- swift punches to puncture his ribs like we glued Taylor to our Fists/
. . . . the next morning. . . papaSAW was found dead soaked in blood. . .
Hahaha!!! The poor man, a total of 15 lead's what we showered him!!!





Reply back, dont be a coward bitchhh!

ELYMAXiimus: hey mr speaker,
whats with the spit? . . . / we 'ont need ya attention, why give us 'a tease'? /
so i wont bother be at 'alert', cos ya punches are weak! . . ./
dude,, Your rap sucks more than babies hungry for tit$! . . ./ lol



tomcruise AINT no CAT in a ship, yeah/ but you, IS a F@G! Free the d1cks mhen/
cos ur throat is prolly stuck with thick cemen/
stop shievering, everytime ye see men! . . ./


oga, i call ya out!

Iceskidd: i shouldn't be doing this, but i've got to/
cos lunatic said words are for b¡tches/
men u aught to, know i own a rifel and a gat too/
don't fück with me, you wake up, e'rythang is blurred, you're with stitches/
Keep your head up fäggöt, you'll never know when death's coming/
when ice came, e'ryone was scared, now he's gat vets plumbing/
wait, what am i sayin? Fück this fäggöt, I'm out
#JustSayinTho

ckushy: Alapomeji=Nice, Police arresting=Move, Dough=baker, Baker simon= a Tv star(watch). . Alfred Mortiz=Mond, Black Paint=Dye- Dye,mond... Kobe Bryant=shooting Guard. . Afriplast industry=Plastic, ...Medics= Surgery! . . Deciphered! Shadys a Beast!

kr0ne: don't be mad u can't bring me down . . . I'm stronger than earth's gravity/
I paint lyrical graphics to kill u louts...that's a reverse tragedy!