WombRaiders:
I am Bishopmagic, a cursed yeebhoe from womb. I f.uck my ugly mother daily and my father was useless before cruel death snatched him away. I am a jobless animal and always online to spew hate word cos my life is messed up. May Boko haram wipe out my family soon

bodeloja:
One minute igbos will be murdered and left in the lagoon, the next minute please stop radio biafra from broadcasting to igbos.


Tell me how on earth this people are not mad? The Zoo must fall.

Freemanan:
Op WHY using a female profile?


You smoke shisha?

bodeloja:
One minute igbos will be murdered and left in the lagoon, the next minute please stop radio biafra from broadcasting to igbos.


Tell me how on earth this people are not mad? The Zoo must fall.

Firefire:



That is the new trend here lately...

Mortiple:
Some of these 'idle and/or out-of-favour' politicians should stop using Twitter to earn relevance. Must they get involve in petty issues? Wetin concern her with NBC and Radio Biafra?

If Biafra is a petty issue then how come it is giving the government, the Northerners and the Yorubas sleepless nights?

How come you guys rejoiced last night when you thought its radio frequency had been jammed?

Self denial? Wake up to the reality of it, sir.

Realtol:
Ibos want to be free yet they want to deny others freedom. Ijaws are not ready to follow them in their suicide mission yet they are forcing them to join them. Hypocrite of the highest order.

Realtol:
Ibos want to be free yet they want to deny others freedom. Ijaws are not ready to follow them in their suicide mission yet they are forcing them to join them. Hypocrite of the highest order.

emmalexabl:




Shut up !!


Who made you ijaw mouthpiece ?

WombRaiders:
Yorubas are shooked!

I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous
you heard of us
official Queensbridge murderers
the Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware
of my crime family who got nuff shots to share
for all of those who wanna profile and pose
rock you in your face, stab your brain wit' your nosebone
you all alone in these streets, cousin
every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
and keep them shook crews runnin'
like they supposed to
they come around but they never come close to
I can see it inside your face
you're in the wrong place
cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
with bullet holes and such
speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
you can put your whole army against my team and
I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
your simple words just don't move me
you're minor, we're major
you all up in the game and don't deserve to be a player
don't make me have to call your name out
your crew is featherweight
my gunshots'll make you levitate
I'm only nineteen but my mind is old
and when the things get for real my warm heart turns cold
another nigga deceased, another story gets told
it ain't nothin' really
hey, yo dun spark the Phillie
so I can get my mind off these yellowbacked niggas
why they still alive I don't know, go figure
meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
if I die I couldn't choose a better location
when the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation
getting closer to God in a tight situation
now, take these words home and think it through
or the next rhyme I write might be about you