i've been goring foes for ages who thinks they insane as the pen/then i went on vacation to repent/ now i'm a born again christian/ and i should be praying for my sins/ again cos i'm back, stabbing this buddy like I keep betraying my friend/


I slay dykes/ like you in great fights/ I should pity the gay guy, & let him see the daylight/ but he already bit more than he can chew, its only right I spray 'k nine'/

the penpul comes with flame/ to burn the lame/ & scorch his face/ and since kine's a pusssy, a female teenager who likes to give the public brain/... I'll ignite the 'cat knees'... put the ' girl on fire' like everdeen in the hunger games!!

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GIYAZZ:
Kr0ne, I'm interested in your cipher. I want in. Alexpissu, give me Apollo. He's the god_of_music!

I will only leave that with you , if only you were born with the title . Well, I'm a philanthropist ...You can have it . I will go with Janus

Kineticist:
I possess some ruthless powers/
...Wrestle my demons during my coolest hours/

Breezy!

Geoxpress:


Get a life homie/

Geoxpress:
IL mock him and still give him a pat man/

Geoxpress:
U gunned down on this day/

You're so confused/ ya brain is slow, dumb, bruised/
I spit latest happenings, headlines so if you say its wack, its obvious, ....you don't know your news/

His blood 'll flow n ooze/ the next act 'll be sooner, brash, gross/
I'm Hulk to this muslim gamer, so i'd raise n hit the gee hard like 3 to 4 times fling him away, then hurl a container at him that'll Super Smash Bros!/

A lot of ma fans already know the way this ruler thrash foes/ with blows that'd leave the spy damned/
An uppercut 'll send him to space, and after aliens done eatin' up his body, we would only hear a GBIM sound that'll shake the whole of Bangkok as his 'thigh land!'/

Last beef proved the fly crammed/ u can't match your tracks to this lexical joint/
Then I rate u 10, now 4 out of 100 .....oga, you are already losing technical points!/

You pullin' nonsensical stunts/ which would be toppled with mind pain, which i'd make the stan feel/
DJ vs Geo? Best tippex urself out of this death fight, its a "stunnin, historic mistake" like "Iran deal!!"/

I'm your god, u n ur fan, KNEEL/ my punches fearless n brutal/
You lose again, see i'm unbeatable ...this a game i'll always win, business as usual/

nickusoro:

I think that line is self explanatory though but that depends on the angle it's being viewed from.
I started by saying "No Beefing!" Then moved on to compare sausage with pork, which would you prefer?(that's a personal thing) Also, some religions contradict the consumption of pork, so getting a bible into this shouldn't be a bad idea.

I hope that did help throw some light?

hmm..nice

liricyst:


you just dey kill my mum, dad and sister up and down

na co..na rap battle..look at my signature

dj5naira:


I'm your god, u n ur fan, KNEEL/ my punches fearless n brutal/
You lose again, see i'm unbeatable ...this a game i'll always win, business as usual/

U get shot that lugar/see how u bleed, u getting looked at/I'm gon tear ur scrotum nd throw ur balls in diff holes, that's pool man!! /

U risk death J/i kill nd kill 10 mate/5? A threat eh?/fucck u! I put down 5,like a bet a case!! /

J is a cocksuckker, bt a married brother/he ride diccks nd dickride his brother/J rides sticks... We call him d Harry Potter!! /

Yo, fucck that ish, u getting trapped right/I'd beat d living day out of u, like a vamp fight/

And ur damn right/I'm a freaking vampire nd ur lowly human..so to u, I'm the "feard knight'!! /

Pass the gun pals, bout to decorate his face with gun powder/
So he should tell his folks I'm a deadly foe/eye am boss, nd that he nose!! /

Punches everywhere...

RESURRECT

Geoxpress:


J is a cocksuckker, bt a married brother/he ride diccks nd dickride his brother/J rides sticks... We call him d Harry Potter!! /

You ain't got the strategy bro/ what u do is neigh & crow/
No one read what that 'tomato paste' cos in the end, he'll be cut & blended . . . every 'gee know!'/

Im drownin' him with free flow/ i'll kill the Rabbi publicly as the multitude mope/
Buttocks, spine, laps all contain my lead . . . and that's cos im snipin' him from different angles, recently purchased a gun with multiple scope!/

He's untouchable, nope/ im surfin' cities, he remains in "one place" like "fridge with pastry!!"/
He'll hear this from hell, . . . . as ma dogs lapped ya bloodied corpse, they barked " . . . . Wooh! Wooh! Bleep Dubic, this a better malt, rich & tasty!!"/

There's only one thing that'll save him which is safety/ cos first thing that'll land on his skull is a strong hammer/
Aside his "NL password, clothes to wear" another thing "inside his brain" would be a 9mm long dagger!/

U beta stop, see the way the doll stagger/ lookin' bothered, actin' awkward/
You'll end up WALKING like Alinco, if we keep GOING FORTH-ward and backward/

I'd pound e'erything u bring onward with mortar/ did it affect his nostril? Check if the guy too can breathe/
With your 32 gone, how you gon lie through ya teeth??/

dj5naira:


You ain't got the strategy bro/ what u do is neigh & crow/
No one read what that 'tomato paste' cos in the end, he'll be cut & blended . . . every 'gee know!'/

Im drownin' him with free flow/ i'll kill the Rabbi publicly as the multitude mope/
Buttocks, spine, laps all contain my lead . . . and that's cos im snipin' him from different angles, recently purchased a gun with multiple scope!/

He's untouchable, nope/ im surfin' cities, he remains in "one place" like "fridge with pastry!!"/
He'll hear this from hell, . . . . as ma dogs lapped ya bloodied corpse, they barked " . . . . Wooh! Wooh! Bleep Dubic, this a better malt, rich & tasty!!"/

There's only one thing that'll save him which is safety/ cos first thing that'll land on his skull is a strong hammer/
Aside his "NL password, clothes to wear" another thing "inside his brain" would be a 9mm long dagger!/

U beta stop, see the way the doll stagger/ lookin' bothered, actin' awkward/
You'll end up WALKING like Alinco, if we keep GOING FORTH-ward and backward/

I'd pound e'erything u bring onward with mortar/ did it affect his nostril? Check if the guy too can breathe/
With your 32 gone, how you gon lie through ya teeth??/

I don't read ur shi homie/i just see it nd reply the shi homie/

Cus we know J a great wack/nigga I said I ont trad words, bt I trade bars leaving ur whole body with trade marks!!

Fucck the irrelevant priick nd his ovum/I'm beast nd he's getting baked in an oven/he'll get shots to his scrotum/i get him killed in the precious ring.... He's gollum!!

Ur spine get ripped off ur neck/shots to ur lower head wen these dots "Con necked!!" /

Sniper set, 50 bullets a shot/U get killed in point blank range.. If u try to settle a score!!!

U rap lika maniac even ur plays stupid/gee know for gino? That's strange, u see/bt once my plays been "spot", it's so "do.pe" like what they "take to sprint!!!"

Gtfoh! I shiit on ya!

Geoxpress:

I don't read ur shi homie/i just see it nd reply the shi homie/

Cus we know J a great wack/nigga I said I ont trad words, bt I trade bars leaving ur whole body with trade marks!!

Fucck the irrelevant priick nd his ovum/I'm beast nd he's getting baked in an oven/he'll get shots to his scrotum/i get him killed in the precious ring.... He's gollum!!

Ur spine get ripped off ur neck/shots to ur lower head wen these dots "Con necked!!" /

Sniper set, 50 bullets a shot/U get killed in point blank range.. If u try to settle a score!!!

U rap lika maniac even ur plays stupid/gee know for gino? That's strange, u see/bt once my plays been "spot", it's so "do.pe" like what they "take to sprint!!!"

Gtfoh! I shiit on ya!

this shiit . . .u shud be bruised/. . i be shooting at this jew/ no ninny rep his crew/
. . .so wotch i as cut his head "straight to the point" after beatin round the bush!!!/

hommies spittin at his shoe/
the poor broda/ wl die like paul walker/
........i d' pity his dumb mother/ cos wen i enjoy rides on "xpress" this geo suffers!!!/

well i dont bother/
since no one tolerate the vet/ dem frustrate the nerd/
so better answer this rhetoric!! yuh rap about "baggy jeans and sneakers..how do u think you wl "co-operate" in here!!!!/



#YOLO pity his poor mother/
cos wen i enjoy rides on

testing, testing. . . .




The boss with the fat swag/ The sword in my knapsack/
with two sticks. . . . I'll have you double-crossed. . . like a hashtag/ #
We do wicked things for the wealth/ like kidnap your kids and The Help/
We only 'nap kin'. . . but we took the maid. . . to clean the baby . . if it 'shít on itself'!/
Most parents only pay for the kids. . . so we kill the maid/
then count the cash. . . with the same hand that wields the blade!/
We kinda scary/ we pop guns. . . and guys get buried/
Double barrel. . . twin cannons. . . like Mariah Carey!/
Everything I spit. . . dope and classic/
Express yaself. . . but if you wreck yaself. . . that's holding traffic!/
Beef me?. . . .you better mould ya casket/
I put the gun to ya head. . . and 'buck it full of holes'. . . .that's a 'woven basket'/
I whip the VI. . . .that's two Roman hattricks/
Wolverine. . . when I shoot. . . na gol. . . . that's Logan backwards/
If a goon press hard/ my Mack 11 blow the dude chest guard/
Either that. . .or 'I'm playing with the nine'. . . .like it's two red cards!/
My durex large/ Boned Yemi this past Saturday!/
I tapped her current. . . like Faraday/
and made her holla "CHEI!"/
cos as soon as she 'see my johnny'. . . she shout "Allah dey!"/
Either I'm making chicks guzzle sémen/. . . or beating niggas from dusk till evening/
from morn till night. . . day to day. . . from harmattan. . .to the summer season!/
My temper shorter than stammerers. . . so if a sucka beefing? . . .
I'ma dumbout on the nigga. . . like I got trouble speaking!/
Niggas get punched in the clock/ when I summon the hawk/
I make rowdy niggas follow 'Rossicrucian order'. . . when I'm running amok!/ (AMORC)
Since the King retired. . y'all tattle tales/ and don't battle well/
Since the ruler been gone. . . they can't draw any parallels/
Too many fake rappers. . . y'all seem to rate/
Gave y'all a 'moment to shine'. . . .forced me to wait/
like. . . when Saw beat Max. . . y'all foreseen a great??/
but his punches 'bore no' threat. . . .so it ain't 'Jig hour'. . .even in 'North-Eastern states'!/
And Lirycist was hardly grinning/ when Ghana boy gave him a ghastly whipping/
he brought a sparkling 'sheen' to the tourney. . . until we saw Charlie #winning!/
Elmaxiimus vs Obesemf. . . .we wanna see amazing burners/
bring your best to the final. . . don't be mistaked for learners/
Max is always on time. . . .but Obese may take it further/
either Nai'Ja Rule'. . . or the 'Ashanti'. . . either way, IT'S MURDER!/



oNe

^^d•pe...we've really missed this....

oboy see level

Ibime i ain't in the final tho

Elymaxiimus we should kick it sometime tho, i actually finished scripting against you before i noticed the last vote was for Liricyst

Fact is I don't think fat people last long in the long run
Sorry to all my fat friends, but one of your kind made a wrong pun
Sorry Obesemf, don't take offense, you're among son
To all you fat bleeps, y'all can't best a Nigga, try taking a long jump

It ain't Jig hour, screw what you Do Say Bis
The day you step to me on stage would be your doomsday bîtch
You'd think it's another wins day, wake up fat fûck! I'd kill you on Tuesday bîtch
You King? You ain't Given you got stoked by Krone, you're the new Shay bîtch?
Why you and Alexpissu tryna fûck with a nigga? Like two gay dîcks
You got a gun? too many niggas leaps on you, sorry! But that's how you gays kiss?
You nap for fun, me, I nap your family, early A 'em like a New day, Bis

Ibime:
testing, testing. . . .




The boss with the fat swag/ The sword in my knapsack/
with two sticks. . . . I'll have you double-crossed. . . like a hashtag/ #
We do wicked things for the wealth/ like kidnap your kids and The Help/
We only 'nap kin'. . . but we took the maid. . . to clean the baby . . if it 'shít on itself'!/
Most parents only pay for the kids. . . so we kill the maid/
then count the cash. . . with the same hand that wields the blade!/
We kinda scary/ we pop guns. . . and guys get buried/
Double barrel. . . twin cannons. . . like Mariah Carey!/
Everything I spit. . . dope and classic/
Express yaself. . . but if you wreck yaself. . . that's holding traffic!/
Beef me?. . . .you better mould ya casket/
I put the gun to ya head. . . and 'buck it full of holes'. . . .that's a 'woven basket'/
I whip the VI. . . .that's two Roman hattricks/
Wolverine. . . when I shoot. . . na gol. . . . that's Logan backwards/
If a goon press hard/ my Mack 11 blow the dude chest guard/
Either that. . .or 'I'm playing with the nine'. . . .like it's two red cards!/
My durex large/ Boned Yemi this past Saturday!/
I tapped her current. . . like Faraday/
and made her holla "CHEI!"/
cos as soon as she 'see my johnny'. . . she shout "Allah dey!"/
Either I'm making chicks guzzle sémen/. . . or beating niggas from dusk till evening/
from morn till night. . . day to day. . . from harmattan. . .to the summer season!/
My temper shorter than stamerers. . . so if a sucka beefing? . . .
I'ma dumbout on the nigga. . . like I got trouble speaking!/
Niggas get punched in the clock/ when I summon the hawk/
I make rowdy niggas follow 'Rossicrucian order'. . . when I'm running amok!/ (AMORC)
Since the King retired. . y'all tattle tales/ and don't battle well/
Since the ruler been gone. . . they can't draw any parallels/
Too many fake rappers. . . y'all seem to rate/
Gave y'all a 'moment to shine'. . . .forced me to wait/
like. . . when Saw beat Max. . . y'all foreseen a great??/
but his punches 'bore no' threat. . . .so it ain't 'Jig hour'. . .even in 'North-Eastern states'!/
And Lirycist was hardly grinning/ when Ghana boy gave him a ghastly whipping/
he brought a sparkling 'sheen' to the tourney. . . until we saw Charlie #winning!/
Elmaxiimus vs Obesemf. . . .we wanna see amazing burners/
bring your best to the final. . . don't be mistaked for learners/
Max is always on time. . . .but Obese may take it further/
either Nai'Ja Rule'. . . or the 'Ashanti'. . . either way, IT'S MURDER!/



oNe

dat was dope bro

see i never learnt this, the amazing pen tricks\
i bring 10 kicks, to burn kids and turn jigs\
he down with illness, he go cry after i vent this\
uppercats make sure the Jig is up, like 50 featuring Kendrick\
don't mention me in your flows, let your head get this\
you wan beef with me? ya gonn regret this\
i pull am in Warri with a red Lexus,\
not to show off, i wanna crush him, spray Jigsaw everywhere like restless kids\
huh, blow blunts i get high, Jig dope die? it's prolly one of those lies\ i make foes cry
i make your guy sigh, get kicked outta The trade you ply\
so let's brawl, i can do like\ rebel and have projects on the side\
but i still ran 'laps' around you, and no one will even call it a tie\
jigsawkillah

obesemf:
oboy see level

Ibime i ain't in the final tho

Elymaxiimus we should kick it sometime tho, i actually finished scripting against you before i noticed the last vote was for Liricyst

i could have sworn there was a adage that had something about chickens, count and hatched.... can't be so sure. Sha, after my battle with elymax, i go tell you something

Ibime:
testing, testing. . . .




The boss with the fat swag/ The sword in my knapsack/
with two sticks. . . . I'll have you double-crossed. . . like a hashtag/ #
We do wicked things for the wealth/ like kidnap your kids and The Help/
We only 'nap kin'. . . but we took the maid. . . to clean the baby . . if it 'shít on itself'!/
Most parents only pay for the kids. . . so we kill the maid/
then count the cash. . . with the same hand that wields the blade!/
We kinda scary/ we pop guns. . . and guys get buried/
Double barrel. . . twin cannons. . . like Mariah Carey!/
Everything I spit. . . dope and classic/
Express yaself. . . but if you wreck yaself. . . that's holding traffic!/
Beef me?. . . .you better mould ya casket/
I put the gun to ya head. . . and 'buck it full of holes'. . . .that's a 'woven basket'/
I whip the VI. . . .that's two Roman hattricks/
Wolverine. . . when I shoot. . . na gol. . . . that's Logan backwards/
If a goon press hard/ my Mack 11 blow the dude chest guard/
Either that. . .or 'I'm playing with the nine'. . . .like it's two red cards!/
My durex large/ Boned Yemi this past Saturday!/
I tapped her current. . . like Faraday/
and made her holla "CHEI!"/
cos as soon as she 'see my johnny'. . . she shout "Allah dey!"/
Either I'm making chicks guzzle sémen/. . . or beating niggas from dusk till evening/
from morn till night. . . day to day. . . from harmattan. . .to the summer season!/
My temper shorter than stamerers. . . so if a sucka beefing? . . .
I'ma dumbout on the nigga. . . like I got trouble speaking!/
Niggas get punched in the clock/ when I summon the hawk/
I make rowdy niggas follow 'Rossicrucian order'. . . when I'm running amok!/ (AMORC)
Since the King retired. . y'all tattle tales/ and don't battle well/
Since the ruler been gone. . . they can't draw any parallels/
Too many fake rappers. . . y'all seem to rate/
Gave y'all a 'moment to shine'. . . .forced me to wait/
like. . . when Saw beat Max. . . y'all foreseen a great??/
but his punches 'bore no' threat. . . .so it ain't 'Jig hour'. . .even in 'North-Eastern states'!/
And Lirycist was hardly grinning/ when Ghana boy gave him a ghastly whipping/
he brought a sparkling 'sheen' to the tourney. . . until we saw Charlie #winning!/
Elmaxiimus vs Obesemf. . . .we wanna see amazing burners/
bring your best to the final. . . don't be mistaked for learners/
Max is always on time. . . .but Obese may take it further/
either Nai'Ja Rule'. . . or the 'Ashanti'. . . either way, IT'S MURDER!/



oNe

Charlie sheen line though...nice but na fake personal

liricyst:


i could have sworn there was a adage that had something about chickens, count and hatched.... can't be so sure. Sha, after my battle with elymax, i go tell you something

i go dey wait

Ibime:
testing, testing. . . .




The boss with the fat swag/ The sword in my knapsack/
with two sticks. . . . I'll have you double-crossed. . . like a hashtag/ #
We do wicked things for the wealth/ like kidnap your kids and The Help/
We only 'nap kin'. . . but we took the maid. . . to clean the baby . . if it 'shít on itself'!/
Most parents only pay for the kids. . . so we kill the maid/
then count the cash. . . with the same hand that wields the blade!/
We kinda scary/ we pop guns. . . and guys get buried/
Double barrel. . . twin cannons. . . like Mariah Carey!/
Everything I spit. . . dope and classic/
Express yaself. . . but if you wreck yaself. . . that's holding traffic!/
Beef me?. . . .you better mould ya casket/
I put the gun to ya head. . . and 'buck it full of holes'. . . .that's a 'woven basket'/
I whip the VI. . . .that's two Roman hattricks/
Wolverine. . . when I shoot. . . na gol. . . . that's Logan backwards/
If a goon press hard/ my Mack 11 blow the dude chest guard/
Either that. . .or 'I'm playing with the nine'. . . .like it's two red cards!/
My durex large/ Boned Yemi this past Saturday!/
I tapped her current. . . like Faraday/
and made her holla "CHEI!"/
cos as soon as she 'see my johnny'. . . she shout "Allah dey!"/
Either I'm making chicks guzzle sémen/. . . or beating niggas from dusk till evening/
from morn till night. . . day to day. . . from harmattan. . .to the summer season!/
My temper shorter than stamerers. . . so if a sucka beefing? . . .
I'ma dumbout on the nigga. . . like I got trouble speaking!/
Niggas get punched in the clock/ when I summon the hawk/
I make rowdy niggas follow 'Rossicrucian order'. . . when I'm running amok!/ (AMORC)
Since the King retired. . y'all tattle tales/ and don't battle well/
Since the ruler been gone. . . they can't draw any parallels/
Too many fake rappers. . . y'all seem to rate/
Gave y'all a 'moment to shine'. . . .forced me to wait/
like. . . when Saw beat Max. . . y'all foreseen a great??/
but his punches 'bore no' threat. . . .so it ain't 'Jig hour'. . .even in 'North-Eastern states'!/
And Lirycist was hardly grinning/ when Ghana boy gave him a ghastly whipping/
he brought a sparkling 'sheen' to the tourney. . . until we saw Charlie #winning!/
Elmaxiimus vs Obesemf. . . .we wanna see amazing burners/
bring your best to the final. . . don't be mistaked for learners/
Max is always on time. . . .but Obese may take it further/
either Nai'Ja Rule'. . . or the 'Ashanti'. . . either way, IT'S MURDER!/



oNe

hehe. Baba i duff my hat!

SAW did not beat max though! It ended a tie!

So lirycist beat Obesemf finally? Make I go check the thread. ..

Just bored, feel like dropping this freestyle

Look at us. . . We wear bogus/
Picture us fvckin white girls in a blue bus/
b1tch focus, our dicks are hard fast and furious/ we're curious, cos the way we bang those girls you'd think we're morons/
look at me. . .your sis spirit always follow me/
cos I fvcked her till death and now she got love for me/ I'm proud of me, , you niggas are john, you will never be a legend. . I bet that with all of me/ ha ha
Believe me. . I touch my pen and I freeze it/ and I grab my paper to write and I squeeze it/ spit it!. . . I'm so sick, I sneeze heat/just gimme a chance to blow and I'ma breeze it/

Ibime:
testing, testing. . . .


I whip the VI. . . .that's two Roman hattricks/
Wolverine. . . when I shoot. . . na gol. . . . that's Logan backwards/

Don de Marco ✘

Ibime:

If a goon press hard/ my Mack 11 blow the dude chest guard/
Either that. . .or 'I'm playing with the nine'. . . .like it's two red cards!/

wittiest bar of the month ✘

Ibime:

My durex large/ Boned Yemi this past Saturday!/
I tapped her current. . . like Faraday/
and made her holla "CHEI!"/
cos as soon as she 'see my johnny'. . . she shout "Allah dey!"/

classic.. but there should have been something related to Islam in it ✘

Ibime:

but his punches 'bore no' threat. . . .so it ain't 'Jig hour'. . .even in 'North-Eastern states'!/

reminds me of Mack or D [Makurdi] ✘

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Ibime:
We only 'nap kin'. . . but we took the maid. . . to clean the baby . . if it 'shít on itself'!/

Nice!

[b] [color=#006600][/color] wow you guys serious, allow a newbie to introduce himelf
See my name's inattas.. And my flow stays hot you'd swear i use a flask... I'm the asnwer to the question everybody ask... When's the messiah coming , they didn't think he'll be black... Now i know i moved a little off track... Probably after effect of someof that crack... You see my rap no dey ever lack.... Your guys flow is like rick ross's trousers so slack....

Geoxpress:

U rap lika maniac even ur plays stupid/gee know for gino? That's strange, u see/

I'll belittle the chicken/ with typical writtens/
He'd be pummelled in my home, naira land 'cos i'd lend 2 spanners from custom officials and give him illegal beatings/

You'd soar no more cos i'd be breakin' all your feather/ for sayin' you're better/
I'd plank you so hard till they see the colour of your body changin' with the weather/

Just to be on same page, yu quote this Leonardo/ your style is “very old”, u still wear the “coat of Rivaldo!!”/
For this, i'd X the 'chef' like festive goats, as the cult boys hold his hands and legs, i'm slicin' the 'jew neck' as if I'm cuttin' the throat of 'Ricardo!'/

You just an hypnotized swayed parrot/ don't confuse us with ya unequalized fake message/
I know why u & ur hommies in the US, . . . they've legalized gay marriage/

While im worthy for a cipher, you midgets' unknown/ ur punches barely deep ...ya view, lyrics, afloat/
I've penned bars up to seven, but u can't, u've never written "past six" like "few minutes ago!!"/

You've got no news n status/ been relishin' the space since, now who's the saddest?/
Like goshikid I have ur stat in numbers, so it'll be your No. 7 defeat here if u lose to Gladyys!/

its been long man dropped on here... make I freestyle small








typing...

kind of bored..lemme drop a lil ish..!
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I've drubbed thugs in public/ and put yobs in coffins/ ......now my presence scare dons and pumpkins/ they say my killer attitude is unbecoming....../ coz I spare 'none' n all be forming/.....maim 'fathers' and 'wrap bodies'...after I gore the mummies!

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I'm a diva in spars/wen i drop......vets prefer d verse/wen odas drop dey reverse n pass/cos dey stretch n overflow........like dey got rivers in bars!
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I'v worked n nw m reaping/hands on tools tightly gripping/i'l b cropping out parts of d griffing/wen i mishandle d ho like unskillful farmers with ds mythical beating!!
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M a brutal goddess.... killed dudes,babes/fought with gods... i drilled zeus face/made a horse of a griffin n rode in true grace/bitten by a lion... he couldnt chew n got it tooth aches/wen i breath,my air force flings mortals into space!!
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I 'spice' up my bars for seizing heads /satisfy the 'hunger' of increasin death/to dos dissing here/wont spare all em teasing nerds/burn dem without haste since 'time flies' like 'seasoned birds!!
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I flow so bad my tongue no fit tire/no homo ish!buh rockin victory on hw i pit liars/dey making rolls to get hired/i boss dis wits...get d git sired/wen dos assholes drop...get d shit fired/... touch n burn frm d shocker....uncladded lit wire!/dis fakers cnt stand me.... to dem am a sandy pit.... mire!
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M skillfull n quicker with hits/nothing of d sort do ds quitter depicts/every bar he ever dropped got fillers in it/king!u got a son?or is d stripper his kid/cos like forced exhaling m bouta take out his hair with clippers n pins!!
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He tried to b cooger with big grammars/thought dat'l make him smarter/.....dropped a 'space-taking' verse to bring drama/so we could pay attention to his 'matter'!
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But dis mister is not sicker...../always get molested by d same poor niggas/all mouth n no trousers!.....you a midget to us mister/reason d small-minded..... kept gettin 'more more knickers!!
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So a bitter is spitting tough/now a liar.... heard of ur whole chest beating talks/dat u ghosted for me??...damn! .....u fit in bluffs/i cnt punch dis sucker!cos he might bite or suck my thumb while hitting jaws/so i drop a verse below par n wack........ simple!...now Bars just got written off!!