with heavy bars I'll split •bars• ~apart~||leave his face with ~scars~||he won't recover from it, even with ~beards~||

Dumbass cant even keep to the line count
This is a count down/ My bars are like time bombs exploding in your face the moment you found out

I'd leave the gee hurt/ his blood 'll squirt/
He'd be lifeless in a sec cos im goin' for 'V neck' and its not D buyin' those 'T-Shirt!'/

I cut him bit by bit/ I hurt the pig like this/ its an understatement when we say your bïtch's püssy's deep like a bottomless pit, there is nothing deep like it/

I bruise Bruce till the brute broods shaking in his boots and booed/
Make his crew'll lose, put his neck in a loose noose, tighten it, Now bitch look at you

I'd kill the game downhill/ can't escape even ma K9s' waitin' for the lame uphill/
95 would be riddled with bullets as the sound of my rifle goes kakakakakaka ...and it ain't pronouncin' a name in Brazil/

Broke gay screaming "please help me!"Like a blind beggar/ I tell ya/ he so poor , all it took to hire him as a dj was 5 naira

Vickers a fake ID no doubt/ death screams 'll be heard below dams/
Yall be hearin' “the African voice” as the sound of ma AK goes “kakaakikakaakikakaaki” minus “AIT program!!”/

fucking monkey, making noise / louder than hungry baby boys
the way he's poised/ seems he's so hungry for death, my bars are poisoned potato sauce

I smash his temple with a bottle of Guiness/ to make the rebel diminish/
And if he claims Ryu in this combat, won't stop the beatin' of his life 'til all his blood levels' finished/

Your game plays wont work 'cause you messin with the ref

I'm eating this nigga alive for messing with the chef

5 naira won't be enough to pay for all this lesson you will learn

So you get buried in revenge/ like documents a shaddy lawyer shreads

this is not a game/ run away/ and don't come again/ fighting with your god would have you gored and laid/

what's a god to an unbeliever/ cannibal eating raw liver
your rhymes f.ucking dry mister/ it'd be mercy when drown you in a river

am entitled to split wack skulls/ no doubt cos have defeated many wackers like you, go check my ‘last scores’ u'll see dat i saved erry ‘first goal' and made sure dey came through

we lads beefing mad dawgs/ with harsh, sick and bad words/ snickz? watchu looking for? get the fúckoutta here, you ãss sniffing fåggot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You're one to talk, Bruce the transsexual / I tower above you like Eiffel when I stand next to ya
Put you down to the ground, hands free like a cellular / just my rhyme that'll cut your spine, now you're dead to us

I'd silent this quiet albino/ killin him is as easy as buyin' potato/
suck V blood till he's lifeless, im a giant mosquito/

I admire your perseverance, you love to take a beating/
so dont hate me when I bash your skull in with a piston/
I'm a shooting star he's a stray bullet, there's levels to this shhit/
I'll engage you in a conversation then kill you without even giving you a reason

this shït has to be rectified/ I'm the King here no one comes near me, y'all step aside/ vickass nothing but a pest here... sure imma kill you with an insecticide!

i salute u my boss bruce

I'd nail the madame/ none would bail the wild yam/
A near-death throat slash had him screamin' MY 'NECK O', MY 'NECK O' as if he failed the 'exam!'/

‘007' thugs b callin ma dead line for me to murder dis nucca, buh i left him a warnin bruise/ later the white ass dude called ‘bruce'/ came beggin me to pardon his wack life

U can frown or cry/ but, Snickz, ur lame and never bound to rise/
just stay here counting lines/
but before u join. . learn how to rhyme!

I put fear on wacklings/ who dare to tackle me /
Kanyol, it's clearly startling/ how u keep it up here but still scared of battling

He won't survive ma rage/ still lagggin' behind in this age/
He's past tense, cos the last time I Bing-ed, 'K' was burned alive in a cage/

those little punches of yours can't box me in this ring, it's like manni against mayweather/ damn it nikka stop acting like a ‘dawg' when you're just a mere ‘wether' (castrated goat)

Mere wether? Quit this shii ma brother/ Your 'plays are bad'. .like poor drama performance/

rap ain ur talent ‘samm' we know you to be a poor begger/ take your plate and go back to ‘cater' for yourself cos u ain a rapper

nice one up there/ atleast you got something upstair

tenkz boss @ bruce

He should know this is not a meek bout/ for weak tout/
Chase him outta this hole 'til he 'sneaks out!'/

your bars not potent enough to kill an ant/ reason you don't thrill the fans/ when you're asked to display the skill at hand/