The guy keeps postin' trash with no shame/
And had better change his ugly rap name/

If I post trash, lil wonder you keep being the dustbin and gutter//
My name bothers you? guess its high time u asked Ʊr mom bout Ʊr father//

The nerd got no profile pics/
Scared to show us how fugly he really is/

Now I got a stalker on my hands, AQ needs to lend this nicca a prayer//
This aint nursery rhymes klass, am schoolling u on every layer//

Been rappin' since '09 yet you still scribe like kid/
Cease showcasin' your wackness and change your ID/

So you've been failing since time past and u keep being a clown- jeff hardy //
Lemme get this Ƭõ u fast, u are a bike to my bugatti//

Took you over 15 hours to pen this!/
Your really slow . . . its clear, you got a snail wit/

Lmao
so dumb is one of Ʊr attributes, guess stupid and stalkin wasn't enough//
Can see u a F9 maths output, Ʊr lines make even vic-o feel lyk a boSs//

All ya raps contraband/
Like ya faulty computer . . . you so second-hand/

Ojo's posts been hidden/
Even nairaland tags 'em forbidden!/

NL seems to think you too wack for my ultimate lines//
Ʊr lines more watery than a fall in its prime//

Go check out all his posts on Rap Cypher Challenge/
His rhymes were wack & carelessly arranged/

take some tissues, really crying and biting don't help wacko//
I really need real challenge not you baby clown weirdo//

Peeps you started rap with have all left you behind/
Till now . . . your the only 1 still forcin' lines to rhyme/

Biyatch accept the verdict, my art official like a clever wordsmith//
U are jes artificial like an egg and spermm dish//

You jester/ couldn't decide on what to write . . . postin' love letter/
Even in yo next 3 post, you'd still be fake . . . like a nail fixer!/

So u already scared of the height, don't dare try to βε̲ fly as I//

if I ∂σ three posts, it'll double and U'll βε̲ under six feets-alive//

ya funky-blows culdnt defend my drunken-flows even if yhu chilled wit skunk-and-trolls/
so b4 i liv dz geek-dead, i'l place a "bag of rosary" on hz chick's-head so she can carry yah cross
bbitch

Blasphemy, itz war U bringing up in tha name of Tha Lord//
In your boring lil verses, got him on His throne hella bored//

Ojo aint a rap artiste/
Check out his yoruba nick . . . awo's just a herbalist/

Am too much for you?, so u try talking to me in potions//
I'll leave Ʊr mindset dead on the ground like fatal abortions//

Even guests are readin' this in awe . . . the way I foretold ya fate/
Cuz all your last 3 posts . . . were nothing but fake!/

LMAO.... Wyning bout no rap name, no profile face, now its a accusing me of being fake//
My plays so punching I know, av been slaying you to waste//

P.S: Biters get abused inventively, I'll remove ya sets of teeth and human centipede you//
Fuse the head of three dudes intensively so ya'll can recycle it through holes that you shit through//

This farmer is dumb + can't read . . . so im restatin' the rules/
Cuz its 2 Lines To Diss The Person Above You!!/

#funny-lines yall got hia
uhm
i just viewed dis section n all i see is trash from ojoawo n dj5naira/
buh its evident, as i arrived my lines gon b d bombs lyk terrorist groups. cal me . .Mr Akeida/

E should log out . . . and read his books/
From his photo . . . we could tell how thin he looks/

Dis nicca got a pee, u jacking to profile pics?//
ama put u in a , / Ʊr : and put Ʊr *//


**** For the idiots- that last line means---- ama put u in a comma (coma) slash (/) Ʊr colon ( and put your asterisk (a*s to risk)

@dj5naira
if its photos? den frm his hairstyle we can see d dude is a punk/
am d 'baba' in diss game, so leme giv u a 'holy cut' so u'l luk more lyk a monk/

Your legs long like . . . pinocchio nose/
He breathes through it . . . and so the story goes/

The Undertaker is here with a hammer ...Drive some nails in your coffin/
That your man you think is a Macho ...I eat him up like a snail buried in a muffin/