chrisley:




I gave you no mention.. then how the f*ck did you crawl into this thread? Nigga stop acting all gumshoe on me.. why you still snoopin my posts?

Postmann and lezz murdered and buried your ass last week.. I must have struck your dead nerves that's why you have me in your purview lately.. but I'm way above your league.. you'd be doin yourself a disservice minding me.. toy with me and I'l ride you to your mental hades

Without wanting to denigrate you.. you're a dunce and a clown all fused into one for hinting that a nairaland yearly gig is for chitchats.. you're to broke to attend and you have no friends to mingle with that's why its a sour grape to you.. if you must reason be reasonable and stop talking thrash

You said I cc peeps who give no f*ck about my existence.. but sadly for you when they saw my mentions they liked and acknowledged it and even promised to join the party if they'd be chanced.. you now see your lunacy is a resident one?

When did i ever said we were friends offline? You whip up claims without proof to back them.. you need to have your brain revamped

You have nothing on me son.. your words don't inflict pain cos its either some imaginary hogwash or some parental disses.. and am not cut out for that

Will engage you no more cos all I see is immaturity and ignorance in your standpoint.. your sanity is on a hopeless decline

Just like postmann and lezz/badbradley are done and over with you.. Am so done with you also.. wont reply any thrash you say afterwards so dont stretch it

But if you can't stop haunting and stalking me.. you're a fan


Witless cyber nuisance

Damn!!! Imma spit some rhymes to this!


Mah nigga Chrisley packing 'em punches like a thunderbolt/
It's a knockout you better ask Parker with the bleeding nose/
We ain't playing, we real niggas, no fake cheese and Gs/
No fake blings and pix, no T-shirt on the cheaps/
No beach party for a bitchass faggit/
No tramadol docile dick on the condo, damn it/
Broke ass niggas ain't gon' like this cos they ain't invited/
I rhyme your pain like I switch lanes running from the MODs/
Mah assault weapons delivery is GPS assisted/
I'm POSTMANN nigga, I leave you with the POST-knockout syndrome/
You can try but you can't deny this is another EDI-MOLITION/
NL baddest on this shìt, fùck that pig from Ajegunle shanty/
Charred-lip muderfucka, you search us like we google's favourite news/ How else you got here, you mad fan gone loose'/

postmann:



Damn!!! Imma spit some rhymes to this!


Mah nigga Chrisley packing 'em punches like a thunderbolt/
It's a knockout you better ask Parker with the bleeding nose/
We ain't playing, we real niggas, no fake cheese and Gs/
No fake blings and pix, no T-shirt on the cheaps/
No beech party for a bitchass faggit/
No tramadol docile dick on the condo, damn it/
Broke ass niggas ain't gon' like this cos they ain't invited/
I rhyme your pain like I switch lanes running from the MODs/
Mah assault weapons delivery is GPS assisted/
I'm POSTMANN nigga, I leave you with the POST-knockout syndrome/
You can try but you can't deny this is another EDI-MOLITION/
NL baddest on this shìt, fùck that pig from Ajegunle shanty/
Charred-lip muderfucka, you search us like we google's favourite news/ How else you got here, you mad fan gone loose'/

Nice rhymes. I'm impressed

GabrielYulaw:


Nice rhymes. I'm impressed

Thanks mehn!

postmann:



Damn!!! Imma spit some rhymes to this!


Mah nigga Chrisley packing 'em punches like a thunderbolt/
It's a knockout you better ask Parker with the bleeding nose/
We ain't playing, we real niggas, no fake cheese and Gs/
No fake blings and pix, no T-shirt on the cheaps/
No beach party for a bitchass faggit/
No tramadol docile dick on the condo, damn it/
Broke ass niggas ain't gon' like this cos they ain't invited/
I rhyme your pain like I switch lanes running from the MODs/
Mah assault weapons delivery is GPS assisted/
I'm POSTMANN nigga, I leave you with the POST-knockout syndrome/
You can try but you can't deny this is another EDI-MOLITION/
NL baddest on this shìt, fùck that pig from Ajegunle shanty/
Charred-lip muderfucka, you search us like we google's favourite news/ How else you got here, you mad fan gone loose'/

hahahahaha, still very elementary, even with the fervent flexing of your brain muscles, you still portrayed lazy thoughts!!!

lest i forget!!

postmann:



Damn!!! Imma spit some rhymes to this!


Mah nigga Chrisley packing 'em punches like a thunderbolt/
It's a knockout you better ask Parker with the bleeding nose/
We ain't playing, we real niggas, no fake cheese and Gs/
No fake blings and pix, no T-shirt on the cheaps/
No beach party for a bitchass faggit/
No tramadol docile dick on the condo, damn it/
Broke ass niggas ain't gon' like this cos they ain't invited/
I rhyme your pain like I switch lanes running from the MODs/
Mah assault weapons delivery is GPS assisted/
I'm POSTMANN nigga, I leave you with the POST-knockout syndrome/
You can try but you can't deny this is another EDI-MOLITION/
NL baddest on this shìt, fùck that pig from Ajegunle shanty/
Charred-lip muderfucka, you search us like we google's favourite news/ How else you got here, you mad fan gone loose'/

You know I can't take credit for that.. you and lezz already did the decapitation I only came to cremate his cadaver to burn it into ashes

The hoodwink went on to deceive peeps that am a rapper.. Heck! when did I ever say I do music? Does love for hiphop make one an MC?..
Tramadol is a hell of a drug.. it has dented his psyche

Maybe his mangled brain is so clogged to comprehend that am no MC.. he will spew any thrash just to have a say.. He sure needs a deliverance from this yoke of confusion hovering over his life

He's a sickler, a pauper, a junkie, a spliff puffer, a tramadol dependant, I hit him with facts yet he couldn't even type any intelligent response to save the sorry state of his pitiable existence

Punch him with factual disses and all he'll do is drag your parents in the mix with some silly parental diatribes and incessant tantrums.. or he'll go on to point out typos or some educational conundrum

I give facts not speculation.. He's a dunce and rigid in mental stagnation.. I spit on his empty skull




Much respect Postmann- the fool has surfaced again pls ignore him

chrisley:



You know I can't take credit for that.. you and lezz already did the decapitation I only came to cremate his cadaver to burn it into ashes

The hoodwink went on to deceive peeps that am a rapper.. Heck! when did I ever say I do music? Does love for hiphop make one an MC?..
Tramadol is a hell of a drug.. it has dented his psyche

Maybe his brain is so clogged to comprehend that am no MC.. he will spew any thrash just to have a say.. He sure needs a deliverance from this yoke of confusion hovering over his life

He's a sickler, a pauper, a junkie, a spliff puffer, a tramadol dependant, I hit him with facts yet he couldn't even type any intelligent response to save the sorry state of his pitiable existence

Punch him with factual disses and all he'll do is drag your parents in the mix with some silly parental diatribes and incessant tantrums.. or he'll go on to point out typos or some educational conundrum

I give facts not speculation.. He's a dunce and rigid in mental stagnation.. I spit on his empty skull




Much respect Postmann- the fool has surfaced again pls ignore him

You had to quote postmann aka postGoat(your daddy)to lament..this is the same as a primary school pupil who got beaten so hard he sought solace in his father's protection and embrace...lol, such a mindless faggôt you are, pûssy ass niccur, shameless rapper oshi!!

@emboldened, therein lies your true pain, you defended your typos, defended your wretched parent and defended not being an MC, this all proves you having tensed nerves coupled with aggression, my words hit you like a thousand knives making a sieve outta that worthlessness you call body, that is my intent, i won't pity yhu ah swear

No one knew of your pathetic existence until you quoted those faggôts and readily licked their âsses way up so they massage your depleted ego by giving you an appraisal,

Perhaps it gives you orgasms, that i do not know nothing of!! This nitwit was even visiting the thread at odd hours, even without getting a notification, this connotes just one word "joblessness"

shameless dolt, you have mentioned t.som a million times yet the dude has not dignified your sorry lame-âss with a response, does that alone not shame you, do you not get tired of âsslicking guys? Your father had asked God for an able-man but was blessed with a siissy, a vegetable, one who has no mind of his own, a pet-dog ready to wag its tail at the dash of any given command!!!

Lest i digress, You had thrown several jabs at me on that dead thread, but i ignored you like a plague, that alone frustrated and angered you hence you went on a quoting-spree, spamming my mentions uncontrollably, trying to provoke me to an unnecessary brawl, i allowed you enjoy the moment, now am bringing pain to your doorstep and you screaming victimization like a silly biitch, God purnish yhur papa for there

it shall never be well with you for throwing that card my way, pitiable bastard, am surprised you couldn't even defend being a broke N-power ambassador!!!

baboon butt face idiôt

chrisley:



You know I can't take credit for that.. you and lezz already did the decapitation I only came to cremate his cadaver to burn it into ashes

The hoodwink went on to deceive peeps that am a rapper.. Heck! when did I ever say I do music? Does love for hiphop make one an MC?..
Tramadol is a hell of a drug.. it has dented his psyche

Maybe his mangled brain is so clogged to comprehend that am no MC.. he will spew any thrash just to have a say.. He sure needs a deliverance from this yoke of confusion hovering over his life

He's a sickler, a pauper, a junkie, a spliff puffer, a tramadol dependant, I hit him with facts yet he couldn't even type any intelligent response to save the sorry state of his pitiable existence

Punch him with factual disses and all he'll do is drag your parents in the mix with some silly parental diatribes and incessant tantrums.. or he'll go on to point out typos or some educational conundrum

I give facts not speculation.. He's a dunce and rigid in mental stagnation.. I spit on his empty skull




Much respect Postmann- the fool has surfaced again pls ignore him

I walked out that nigga like i did mah shìt this morning/
Fùck it! Victory becomes stale like fuckin same boring hoe over again/
I washed him off like a pussy residue off my peniś/
Reminds of the downside of riddin with the lowlives
No one dents my robe mehn, not Hardons lousy apprentice/
Marinee was quick with the ditch cos that nigga stink like a rotten fish/
Who's gon ride with a broke ass loser with a self-esteem ish/
Not me, not chrisley nor lezz, marinee tried but look hey, once beaten but not twice/
Nigga been probing me to fùck 'im, quoting me with POST-broken rectum syndrome/
I stick a pole up against his rectum, nigga screamed kini happen
Who wants a boring psycho on the beach, we aint partying with a lunatic/
Hello niggas! Call the poh poh on this drug addict/
We don't want no homicide charges, we aint no Cain, and the mudafucker aint Abel/
So who gives a Bleep about his wailing and drivel/
Big boys, big brains and big muscle/
We first grade, and real chicks we handle/
This aint no "how can i meet me you offline", the nigga fumble/
Wuzzbag mudafuka, who became marinee's ex before the first date, mugu/

postmann:



Damn!!! Imma spit some rhymes to this!


Mah nigga Chrisley packing 'em punches like a thunderbolt/
It's a knockout you better ask Parker with the bleeding nose/
We ain't playing, we real niggas, no fake cheese and Gs/
No fake blings and pix, no T-shirt on the cheaps/
No beach party for a bitchass faggit/
No tramadol docile dick on the condo, damn it/
Broke ass niggas ain't gon' like this cos they ain't invited/
I rhyme your pain like I switch lanes running from the MODs/
Mah assault weapons delivery is GPS assisted/
I'm POSTMANN nigga, I leave you with the POST-knockout syndrome/
You can try but you can't deny this is another EDI-MOLITION/
NL baddest on this shìt, fùck that pig from Ajegunle shanty/
Charred-lip muderfucka, you search us like we google's favourite news/ How else you got here, you mad fan gone loose'/

Need to put a drum beat on this/ when that nigga left his lips/ un-bleached looking like razor-shaved pussy lips/
His life's as boring like Abram and Sarah/ before the angel's visitation/ a new religion is born as he worships my mention/ with a devout hallelujah/

Dude can't venture out in the open/ when he knows he's as hideous as a bad token/ daddy long gone/ mommy's on a regular John/ from Edimolished to annihilation the fool's life is as empty as Judah's rejected purse/ we can call it euthanasia/ when we send this putrid human puss/ for cremation in Asia/

A junkie who sold his soul for a little piece of Nairaland notoriety/ and none in his bloodlines died in sobriety/ the last heir to the throne of failures/ armed with a China phone as cheap as his momma's coffin/ ready to win a war on Nairaland when none is lookin'/

postmann:


I walked out that nigga like i did mah shìt this morning/
Bleep it! Victory becomes stale like fuckin same boring hoe over again/
I washed him off like a pussy residue off my peniś/
Reminds of the downside of riddin with the lowlives
No one dents my robe mehn, not Hardons lousy apprentice/
Marinee was quick with the ditch cos that nigga stink like a rotten fish/
Who's gon ride with a broke ass loser with a self-esteem ish/
Not me, not chrisley nor lezz, marinee tried but look buh hey, once between but not twice/
Nigga been probing me to Bleep 'im, quoting me with POST-broken rectum syndrome/
I stick a pole up against his rectum, nigga screamed kini happen/
Who wants a boring psycho on the beach, we aint partying with a lunatic/
Hello niggas! Call the poh poh on this drug addict/
We don't want no homicide charges, we aint no Cain, and the mudafucker aint Abel/
So who gives a Bleep about his wailing and drivel/
Big boys, big brains and big muscle/
We first grade, and real chicks we handle/
This aint no "how can i meet me you offline", the nigga fumble/
Wuzzbag mudafuka, who became marinee's before a first date, mugu/

Your emotions betray you way too much, just about the time i asserted you lack creativity, you are bent on trying to impress me!!!

hahahahaha, imagine the watery bars sef, so classless and without correlation, this would have awarded you a shame if you had dropped this when the rap section was still lit!!!

see as i dey bully the iidiot, no go marry, dey there dey type stale disses...ode

postmann:


I walked out that nigga like i did mah shìt this morning/
Fùck it! Victory becomes stale like fuckin same boring hoe over again/
I washed him off like a pussy residue off my peniś/
Reminds of the downside of riddin with the lowlives
No one dents my robe mehn, not Hardons lousy apprentice/
Marinee was quick with the ditch cos that nigga stink like a rotten fish/
Who's gon ride with a broke ass loser with a self-esteem ish/
Not me, not chrisley nor lezz, marinee tried but look hey, once beaten but not twice/
Nigga been probing me to fùck 'im, quoting me with POST-broken rectum syndrome/
I stick a pole up against his rectum, nigga screamed kini happen
Who wants a boring psycho on the beach, we aint partying with a lunatic/
Hello niggas! Call the poh poh on this drug addict/
We don't want no homicide charges, we aint no Cain, and the mudafucker aint Abel/
So who gives a Bleep about his wailing and drivel/
Big boys, big brains and big muscle/
We first grade, and real chicks we handle/
This aint no "how can i meet me you offline", the nigga fumble/
Wuzzbag mudafuka, who became marinee's ex before the first date, mugu/

Yeeeeeh

BadBradley:


Need to put a drum beat on this/ when that nigga left his lips/ un-bleached looking like razor-shaved pussy lips/
His life's as boring like Abram and Sarah/ before the angel's visitation/ a new religion is born as he worships my mention/ with a devout hallelujah/

Dude can't venture out in the open/ when he knows he's as hideous as a bad token/ daddy long gone/ mommy's on a regular John/ from Edimolished to annihilation the fool's life is as empty as a Judah's rejected purse/ we can call it euthanasia/ when we send this putrid human puss/ for cremation in Asia/

A junkie who sold his soul for a little piece of Nairaland notoriety/ and none in his bloodlines died in sobriety/ the last heir to the throne of failures/ armed with a China phone as cheap as his momma's coffin/ looking to win a war on Nairaland when none is lookin'/

ode! its bleeping obvious you forcing it, this is just pure dissing and not bars, olodo

Where were you when it meant something? you were an unrecognized puppet at the time, you couldn't even afford to bag a win against the lowest moniker on the bar-chain...

but you're here forming jagaban after what? 3 years, hahahahahaha, no wonder you haven't been able to excel in anything of worth , the life you live now is what your mates have lived years ago, broke unmarried bastard

edimolu:

ode! its bleeping obvious you forcing it, this is just pure dissing and not bars, olodo

Where were you when it meant something? you were an unrecognized puppet at the time, you couldn't even afford to bag a win against the lowest moniker on the bar-chain...

but you're here forming jagaban after what? 3 years, hahahahahaha, no wonder you haven't been able to excel in anything of worth , the life you live now is what your mates have lived years ago, broke unmarried bastard

Gimme one reason I should again engage a Plagiarist whose dick needs tramadol like an elevator to climb a pussy ?

BadBradley:


Gimme one reason I should again engage a Plagiarist whose dick needs tramadol like an elevator to climb a pussy ?

i could give you ten reasons why your mother was tagged the greatest whôre of her time and another 10, why your dad shoulda wanked you off on the hard concrete of the slum where he washed as a dish washer before his death

chrisley:



You know I can't take credit for that.. you and lezz already did the decapitation I only came to cremate his cadaver to burn it into ashes

The hoodwink went on to deceive peeps that am a rapper.. Heck! when did I ever say I do music? Does love for hiphop make one an MC?..
Tramadol is a hell of a drug.. it has dented his psyche

Maybe his mangled brain is so clogged to comprehend that am no MC.. he will spew any thrash just to have a say.. He sure needs a deliverance from this yoke of confusion hovering over his life

He's a sickler, a pauper, a junkie, a spliff puffer, a tramadol dependant, I hit him with facts yet he couldn't even type any intelligent response to save the sorry state of his pitiable existence

Punch him with factual disses and all he'll do is drag your parents in the mix with some silly parental diatribes and incessant tantrums.. or he'll go on to point out typos or some educational conundrum

I give facts not speculation.. He's a dunce and rigid in mental stagnation.. I spit on his empty skull




Much respect Postmann- the fool has surfaced again pls ignore him

The things fools make us do to keep the hierarchy untainted.

BadBradley:


Need to put a drum beat on this/ when that nigga left his lips/ un-bleached looking like razor-shaved pussy lips/
His life's as boring like Abram and Sarah/ before the angel's visitation/ a new religion is born as he worships my mention/ with a devout hallelujah/

Dude can't venture out in the open/ when he knows he's as hideous as a bad token/ daddy long gone/ mommy's on a regular John/ from Edimolished to annihilation the fool's life is as empty as a Judah's rejected purse/ we can call it euthanasia/ when we send this putrid human puss/ for cremation in Asia/

A junkie who sold his soul for a little piece of Nairaland notoriety/ and none in his bloodlines died in sobriety/ the last heir to the throne of failures/ armed with a China phone as cheap as his momma's coffin/ looking to win a war on Nairaland when none is lookin'/

It's chaotic when giants collide, blitz and glamour serenade the scene/
We flashing talent on parade like a diamond ring/nigga be up in my case like I'm a means to an end/
It's nigga lezz on the scene, NL's living legend/
Who makes the ladies go crazy anytime he raises a pen/
Caps tossed high, machine gun salute for the lion is in his den/
Mew mew, mews Edi-cat, the punk ass bitch with a bleeding rectum/
Fake ass nigga be wailing each time I pressure his rectum/
I'm that nocturnal nigga who drinks up your tears like a vampire/
Your misery stoke up the desire to run this eternal/
I'm a dangerous mehn, you don't wanna Bleep with me/
See, I'm faster than Bolts, know what I mean/
A moment or two and the nigga is down looking for typos/
Bitchass mutherfucker who gat knocked out by tramadol overdose/

edimolu:

i could give you ten reasons why your mother was tagged the greatest whôre of her time and another 10, why your dad shoulda wanked you off on the hard concrete of the slum where he washed as a dish washer before his death

" father should have wanked you off on the floor" this line is so old it is as stale as Brazil's 1970 world cup. Every diss lord-wanna-be has used it on this forum since 2013.

Did you just say mother the greatest LovePeddler? Your brain is pushing its limits. That is also as common as your mother's cheap Onitsha-made panties.

Take this short but nicely constructed one:
Your mother would still be the Giuliani Buffon of prostitutes, standing in the village gates catching random dicks under thr rain if your dumb father didn't plant an ape like you in her womb.

Oya as Nairaland's foremost Plagiarist you're free to use it on your opponents. I grant you permission.

No more response to you plagiaristic offshoot of drunken rape.

This faggôts have no creativity or whatsoever, jobless 40 year olds who harangue and harass nairalanders like they own this forum, it shan't be well with una!!!!

getting glued to threads hence engaging in e-brawls like it pays their bills!!!

that stupid chrisley even had the guts to beg for a meet so he could talk bou me, na so you carry my matter for head reach?

BadBradley:
" father should have wanked you off on the floor" this line is so old it is as stale as Brazil's 1970 world cup. Every diss lord-wanna-be have been using it on this forum since 2013.

Did you just say mother the greatest LovePeddler? Your brain is pushing it's limits. That is as common like your mother's cheap panties.

Take this short but nicely constructed one:
Your mother would still be the Giuliani Buffon of prostitutes, standing in the village gates catching random dicks under thr rain if your dumb father didn't plant an ape like you in her womb.

Oya as Nairaland's foremost Plagiarist you're free to use it n your opponents. I grant you permission.

No more response to you offshoot of drunken rape.

Shiiiiiiiitttttt!!!!




Talent as sweet as a fresh honey from the bee's hive/
Oh shìt! Not again, please spare that nigga to live/

postmann:


Shiiiiiiiitttttt!!!!




Talent as sweet like a fresh honey from the bee's hive/
Oh shit! Not again, please spare that nigga to live/

that boy no get respect

But na learner. And e dey plagiarise and steal disses like Mile One pickpockets. No time for the bald drug addict.

BadBradley:
" father should have wanked you off on the floor" this line is so old it is as stale as Brazil's 1970 world cup. Every diss lord-wanna-be have been using it on this forum since 2013.

Did you just say mother the greatest LovePeddler? Your brain is pushing it's limits. That is as common like your mother's cheap panties.

Take this short but nicely constructed one:
Your mother would still be the Giuliani Buffon of prostitutes, standing in the village gates catching random dicks under thr rain if your dumb father didn't plant an ape like you in her womb.

Oya as Nairaland's foremost Plagiarist you're free to use it n your opponents. I grant you permission.

No more response to you offshoot of drunken rape.

olodo, too much gbagaun in one write, could you at least pretend you did pass through school and write like one, making silly errors has become too frequent of you!

what the Bleep is "as common like"? niccur what is wrong with your brain now? Is it purging out basic nutrients faster than your mother squirts upon diick-drilling?

Now this makes your second quote, yet you have boasted never to quote me anymore...that's such a haha joke!!

lezz i toy and define your emotions as i fit, not the other way round, i call you out at my own choosing and take a piss on your cretinous-self as i see fit!!!

what is with the last paragraph? you must be tensed, feeling so agitated, oya go sleep small

lazy bone-headed baboon!!

edimolu:

olodo, too much gbagaun in one write, could you at least pretend you did pass through school and write like one, making silly errors has become too frequent of you!

what the Bleep is "as common like"? niccur what is wrong with your brain now? Is it purging out basic nutrients faster than your mother squirts upon diick-drilling?

Now this makes your second quote, yet you have boasted never to quote me anymore...that's such a haha joke!!

lezz i toy and define your emotions as i fit, not the other way round, i call you out at my own choosing and take a piss on your cretinous-self as i see fit!!!

what is with the last paragraph? you must be tensed, feeling so agitated, oya go sleep small

lazy bone-headed baboon!!

You're late on your typo game like your father's sp£rm spent weeks trying to arrive at your mother's ovum after being delayed by a thick host of bacteria and staphylococcus.

We all know you need a mention from lezz as your life's consolation prize.

The sad thing is that I rejected you once and twice because I could sense your real life is as desperate as your PM-sending frenzy.

If your mother could allow your father with sickle cell DNA fúck her, then You're the consequence of a wayward crack nympho who humps anything alive or recently dead but still warm.

BadBradley:


You're late on your typo game like your father's sp£rm spent weeks trying to arrive at your mother's ovum after being delayed by a thick host of bacteria and staphylococcus.

We all know you need a mention from lezz as your life's consolation prize.

The sad thing is that I rejected you once and twice because I could sense your real life is as desperate as your PM-sending frenzy.

You're the breathing consequences of a wayward crack nympho who humps anything alive or recently dead but still warm.

yawwwwwnnsss, the rejection story again!!!

This one has become creatively-spent ooo!!!

This is 11.35 pm, joblessness is really a disease!

A time of rest for any 40 year old who got a life off nairaland

postmann , badbradley, should you guys not be either singing lullabies to your kids or banging your wives as we speak? but hell no, you would rather stay up all night awaiting edimolu's mentions

This is exactly what happens when you live a lonely and rejected life, no woman wants to settle with a 40 year old man who lays pride to owning a 2000 naira power bank or another who created a thread to piteously begg nairalanders to welcome him, asking if they missed him

choi

bunch of lazy adults!!

BadBradley:


You're late on your typo game like your father's sp£rm spent weeks trying to arrive at your mother's ovum after being delayed by a thick host of bacteria and staphylococcus.

We all know you need a mention from lezz as your life's consolation prize.

The sad thing is that I rejected you once and twice because I could sense your real life is as desperate as your PM-sending frenzy.

If your mother could allow your father with sickle cell DNA fúck her, then You're the consequence of a wayward crack nympho who humps anything alive or recently dead but still warm.

Lezz is gonna get you
Lezz is gonna get you
You played your way like a foolish cat into the lion's den
Mew mew cries edi-cat, the pussy-fied marinne dumpee with a blazing rectum

Lezz the mutherfuckin killer
Another victim dead on arrival

postmann:


Lezz is gonna get you
Lezz is gonna get you
You played your way like a foolish cat into the lion's den
Mew mew cries edi-cat, the pussy-fied marinne dumpee with a blazing rectum

Lezz the mutherfuckin killer
Another victim dead on arrival

i wanna believe you did not mis-quote

niccur yhu need to up your game, what is that gibberish up there, yhu springing up nursery rhymes now? that's bleeping pathetic

BadBradley, let's call it a day. Edi-cat, the bitchass mutherfukin marinne dumpee, like always, has nothing to offer.

It's beneath my station to ever exchange correspondence with a drama bitchass queen-nigga with mental troubles.

edimolu:
This is 11.35 pm, joblessness is really a disease!

A time of rest for any 40 year old who got a life off nairaland

postmann , badbradley, should you guys not be either singing lullabies to your kids or banging your wives as we speak? but hell no, you would rather stay up all night awaiting edimolu's mentions

This is exactly what happens when you live a lonely and rejected life, no woman wants to settle [b]with a 40 year old man [/b]who lays pride to owning a 2000 naira power bank or another who created a thread to piteously begg nairalanders to welcome him, asking if they missed him

choi

bunch of lazy adults!!

The guy is obsessed with the figure 40 , maybe that's the score of his IQ considering he was in jss 2F and doesnt till this day know how to place hyphen in his sentence or know what Atlantis means.

I'm perplexed you will be talking about Jobs when yours can't even buy you a decent phone or even make you dispose of your mother's corpse in anything better than a termite-ravaged, unpolished coffin.

You still use a dual SIM subpar Chinese phone that heats up when summoned to take screenshots.

You still wear a 200 Naira Hausa T-shirt made of bedsheet material.

You send random PM's to Nairaland girls but never agree to meet any girl in person. self-service-lord.

You're an impotent drug addict with no future.

BadBradley:


The guy is obsessed with the figure 40 , maybe that's the score of his IQ considering he was in jss 2F and doesnt till this day know how to place hyphen in his sentence or know what Atlantis means.

I'm perplexed you will be talking about Jobs when yours can't even buy you a decent phone or even make dispose of your mother's corpse in anything better than a termite-raged unpolished coffin.

You still use a dual SIM subpar Chinese phones that heats up when summoned to take screenshots.

You still wear a 200 Naira Hausa T-shirt made of bedsheet material.

You send random PM's but never agree to meet any girl in person. self-service-lord.

You're an impotent drug addict with no future.

Damn!!!

postmann:
BadBradley, let's call it a day. Edi-cat, the bitchass mutherfukin marinne dumpee, like always, has nothing to offer.

It's beneath my station to ever exchange correspondence with a drama bitchass queen-nigga with mental troubles.

the sloven tramadol-damaged idiot is the only Nairalander being destroyed with words and he would be busy pointing out typos

BadBradley:


The guy is obsessed with the figure 40 , maybe that's the score of his IQ considering he was in jss 2F and doesnt till this day know how to place hyphen in his sentence or know what Atlantis means.

I'm perplexed you will be talking about Jobs when yours can't even buy you a decent phone or even make you dispose of your mother's corpse in anything better than a termite-ravaged, unpolished coffin.

You still use a dual SIM subpar Chinese phone that heats up when summoned to take screenshots.

You still wear a 200 Naira Hausa T-shirt made of bedsheet material.

You send random PM's to Nairaland girls but never agree to meet any girl in person. self-service-lord.

You're an impotent drug addict with no future.

*sighs* This is staler than your whôrish momma's distended cûnt....let creativity be your motto...lazy thinker

asdfjklhaha:
when are you guys going to do the abakaliki version of nairaland party.

I always create my own fun whenever I'm in Abakaliki. It's a horribly boring town.