Dude u should probably go back to your elementary mathematics|| cos it's funny you got numbers in your name yet u don't know the difference between 2 and 3, SMH simple mathematics

and you should go back to the primary school so you graduate from those nursery rhymes/ call me Dr. Bruce; I treat sick pets and nurse your kind/

Ima suicide bomber on the go/ on you i'll fall n blow/
I'd write your eulogy on a 'green ball' like 'glo!'/

witty lines from a piggy swine/ jobless twit; you'd rather sleep online than to sleep on time/

I did rather sleep on time/ than stay online to read your lines/

Am not here for child's play so don't think of calling me choky/ buh i will punch your eye and tell you to dance shoki/ while breaking news of your death will leave your bingos shocking

the heck is Snickz?...ya line mk me sneezzz/ rap aint yur tin boy so quit shit yu spitn/and if he didn't,,,m gon stop his hrt frm breathn

please spell words correctly when you post/ and try to use perfect grammar and punctuation/ am giving you the twelfth rule of NL may your dumb brain has failed you dotwill...

My raps may not be violent and tough/ but I always rise to the call/
is Snickz really advising a dawg/ when he ain't rhyming at all?

I'll break your head/ and spray your leg/ being witty is natural, don't fake it, vet/

What I read is woeful/ dull, technical-less in total/
Your lines are Nigeria story books - bland, local/

we dont give a flying fùck/ what this guy becomes/you're lines we ignore/ with spite and remorse/ and its pathetic you're not recognised as a don/ or a vet, even when you tried all your life to be one/

itz high time this ‘robbin' leaves the ‘hood'/ of thugs cos all he does is to steal our tools (guns)... wotz dis ‘dj's' paid @ just ‘5naira', too/ bad..

You wrote that probably in haste/ cos those lines are not orderly n spaced/
Your rhymes are like my clothes in the house, not properly placed/

Little wonder this nigg earns 5naira/ his roughness led to his 'dj ambition' barrier/if yhu think yhu sick,,, then u just like snickz, yhu got a malaria/cuz he iz so dumb, his brain must v bn affected by a bacteria

Your game is fractured if we compare/ all in the name to impress when u've not mastered for sure/
Cos ya structurin' looks more rough n scattered than my hair/

In the name of the father am killing the ‘son'/ you could have been spitting hot lines if you were born a ‘sun'

U're a confuse frump/ a bop would make the cuckoo slump/
You keep pilin' 'rubbish upon rubbish', turnin' here into a 'refuse dump!'/

Is that the best you've got/ against that dude I'd bet you'll flop/ a refuse dump is far better than the mets you drop/

Back then I'd get phucking grumpy/ and I'd punch fronting dummies/
But now I keep my "nose clean" ....
so "carter" got nothing on me!

we don't give flying fück about the threats that you bring/ you're still a coward who's scared to step to the ring/

Guy, forget! I am champion, and I vie for belts/ it's not ur type I fight on threads/
Coz ur too lame to 'find ur steps'

I bring out my gun, the bros come dey tear race/ Your can't 'find your steps'. . .you lost on the staircase/

Begin thinkin' afresh/ ya game is coming less/
Rebuttal is new recyclin', spew something fresh/

A broke & pu**y starved Dj just spit crumbles from his broken jaw|| why don't u drop been a wack emcee, the porn industry will definitely pay u more

I'm the illest.... quick-to-catch-plaques//I'm the type that swallow sympathy while handling rivals..... with punches that hits like brick-n'-smach-heads//

Ya frees are terrific/ tired of the anyhow lines u bees exhibit/
I am this I am that, ...please be specific!/

Woh da fvck that gay is doin' here, mhen i just hate that gee/ reason; he was born with HIV

You I can easily deflate/ im vividly not ya mate/
Learn how to construct a sentence, send ENG to 33388/

I will take your body and stab your soul/ nukka if you ever spit dope lines i'd bite your flow

The contestant is young and smart/ yet spew with no aggression, dung n dirt/
Wackness dwells 'inside of you', 'intestine, lung, heart!'/

Am coming to kill and if this dawg tryna bark i will stab his throat WITH BIRO/ mhen woh the fvck you doing? rap ain your thing better go and push WHEELBARROW