We won't diss sweetguy, hes still a new fish/
Till he learns to arrange his lines . . . in proper english/

Oh geez, please, save us all your gibberish//
Its evident U̶̲̥̅̊ can't deliver clever wordplays in simple english//

You won't ball . . . even if your name is Zlatan/
And we'll still call him wack . . . unless he change his pattern/

hey-dickface!
humans breathe thru legs? damn!ya folly is rare,if u wuldnt mind 4wise words,i culd lend/
dey are: just let ur brains gush out in an animal farm, n get ya thoughts penned/

Nawao. . . . . . .Ω̶̣̣̥̇̊ǎ̜̣̍ rap be this or gibberish?/u won't even hook up a nice shid. . . . . . . . . . if ur to hunt F☺я̩̥̊ a fish/i gat more money ℓ̊ dey spray naira. . . . . Nigga make a wish/ Yeah!. . . . . even ΐϞ parties we dey control DJ. . . . . Ur to play this ish/

YUCK!
fact is dis nit cant WAR, he's thinkin we hia to PLAY/
plus his lines all Scruffy, proves he'l do wel in gathering rubbish 2 get a pay/

Your verses clustered . . . they can't even breathe!/
Just like yo tight sleeves . . . bet you'd die of heat/

speaking of tight clothings?

u n ur team of oafs shud put on g-strings n. . .tighten up/
even we u've got dose rare skillz,i my presence u'l jitter n get. . .frightened off

YIKES
dunce of a warplay, using "berg" n "bag" 4 a rhyme scheme/
dude get rid of ya anger,prolly boil ya stomach contents, n let off som steam/

So now tha wackplay is now torso cuttin a foul playin photocopy??//
Busybody carrying dead-e on the back calling it schoolbag, wat U̶̲̥̅̊? Front wheel coffin?//

Phuck the kaykluz you claim on FFR thread/
Cuz guests only know you as OJOAWO . . . the fake dumbhead/

fortune beams on me, am 2 diss DJ5, no "p"/
just "shiit", cz to re diss, he must come under me/

This pupil sucks . . . his rhymes, way too boring/
Just like yo structure . . . . steadily on a Long Thing/

aint a pupil, but hey, i can suck, yea. . .on d t!ts of ur gf/
am wen am done wit dat, i culd enta ha cuntt, n we eff/

Just to feign d.ope, created a topic nicknamed . . . 'Gory Brawl' !/
But its no news thats hes wack . . . 'tis old story bruv/

#LMAO. . .nyc one

buh sure, dis dunce wont stil rep his country even as he claims 5naira/
he wannabe, just lyk 50cent reppin his rap career/

Won't flow this classic . . . even if he altered his phrase/
Plus his battle with murphy . . . . nothin' but UTTER DISGRACE!/

yea utter disgrace, verdicts aint finished yet, so 2 whom? is d matter/
ur spits stink,resort 2 dildos,u cld prolly manage a close up tube, so u spit clean in d latter/

I aint waitin' fore sun rise/
No sweat . one Hit . all I need . . . to melt ice/

culdnt dig d effin minin outta ya name, or u disc jock jst4 5naira?/
dude, shut d ffuck up! cuz even ur verses, mikuz,sleak n odas,dint admire/

Rapper wannabe, so u bootlicking the house?, E fuckin the whole queue//
Liesbag, lil wonder my toes got higher count than Ʊr IQ//

i aint Iceprince, am Iceberg so AWO wit his 'juju cant worry me'/
go 2 d shrine, n spit incantational lines,even d gods wont hail thee/

Iceberg we know is big & huge/
But this one here . . . is lean and a scrooge/

-I'm d mediator u guys deserve brown card
-my children playin around d house,c me nd dy shout dad

Shove 'soap' into ur Brain,u wunt still Spit 'fresher'/
u aint shit to me,Cos u only remind me of a word with Six letters/....F.A.G.G.O.T

-U guys re lagging behind,me i'm far gone
-i spit fire xo hot,lyk a hungry dragon

See how you messed yourself in romance section/
Can't even woo a girl . . . come lemme give you lectures/

dj5naira: See how you messed yourself in romance section/
Can't even woo a girl . . . come lemme give you lectures/

guy,it is called fiction(untrue)... I'm guessin u re a dunce

I need to tutor this dunce/
Its 2 Lines 'mice troll' . . . and I ain't scribin' puns/

dj5naira: I need to tutor this dunce/
Its 2 Lines 'mice troll' . . . and I ain't scribin' puns/

my comment up was nt a punchline,dis is my hit 2 ur nose
-my knuckle 2 ur f**kn nose,it has gone bloody
-DJ worth #5 seen it in ur body

We should call him a religious sister . . . . cuz hes scribin' Nun Sense/
Till he learns to put his jargons . . . In Tense/