Dear Toby Abiodun,
I wonder why you think you’re the best
Your nursery rhyme gat me feeling like your mind needs a revolution
I’m sending out an SOS on your behalf
I know you try to be my better half
So study how I plotted my graph
Your poems are child’s play they make me laugh
So stop trying to be a cow in this game, you’re a calf
Sit down boy, I’m about to write your epitaph.
things are about to get real awkword, it won’t mean anything.
last night I checked the STATS, my nigger, you don’t MEAN anything,
your career about to go south, Bartimaeus, you ain’t seen anything,
I’m the wannabe you wanna be,
The revolution’s voice, yet I never sing.
You’re the future we’ll never see,
Remember when I asked you who you wanted to be,
And you said you want to BE ME?
This is War of Words
Not pillow fight
Your lines be sounding like pillow talk
like you’re not in your write senses
This fight isn’t looking like your skin colour, fair!
Cause me against you is like you in an abusive relationship
Like multicolored TV
I’m about to change your skin colour
Take your poeTree back to its roots
Beat you black and white!
Paul, is this war or is it not? I don’t know
All I see is your career dropping like asses in a twerk video.
Punchlines like Floyd wrote my poetry,
If you feel like falling fast, nigger holla me make we Enta field…
Your life slow like a sad song,
Not in my write mind, but my write hand know that nigger you write wrong
Like a broken tape you don’t measure up,
Nigger you’re two tired, the game’s got you creeping on all fours.
I could break you in two halves like the game of football,
First your body, then your soul, the devil will need your second half.
I know I came fast and furious,
I moved like the movie, but don’t ACT like you know me.
Two wrongs don’t make a right
Your last two poems proves that right,
Nigger you’re like a fake noodle, an impasta (imposter)
Like person wey no get clothes you gat no trick up your sleeves
You claim your punchline be like Floyd wrote your poetry
Bro, I’m poeticALI,
My punchline be like your alarm clock, it’s alarming,
Like my towel your lines lack a dry sense of humor
Your life looking like a you’re trying to ketchup to what I’m cooking
My poetry is a bit plane, I got you on flight mode
This is eye opening for you, I gat you looking like a pupil
Welcome to your funeral
It’s about to be a fun era.
Dear Paul Word,
your last post is an XXX site with no traffic,
Ask me why? It’s got weak puns.
Now that’s some wordplay to last for 7 days, week pun.
I KNOW YOU KNOW I keep it real like I live in Madrid.
You’re a JUViE, saw you at WOW6 spitting like some OLD LADY.
I’ve got lawyers paying respect to how I raise the bar,
I could flow like the police and put you behind bars
Somebody get Silas, Paul’s about to need a backup singer.
I got your ego stuttering like I was Jarred Singer.
FIFA knows you’re no Match for me,
Private, you’re looking like the 3RD MONTH, could you MARCH for me?
I murdered your home crowd at awkword, now I’m bringing their death to facebook,
Graciano told me I am like a double crested Nike- I’m two good.
How much time I need to whup your ass? 2 seconds
Man, you’ve come behind twice now like you won 2 seconds.
I put competitions like you to a bargain and force them to settle for last prize.
Someone’s bout to get smacked, dear public, when did you last hear a child cry?
Your still life art is not moving me
Homie you scared,
your lines looking like too many dirty plates they can’t stay in sink
Diss like Peter Pan, it NEVERLANDS at my doorpost
Your diss must have come with a FOG, cause I MIST it
With my backup signer, I make your heart skip a beat when I drop a poem
This diss looking like a pedophile session
You’re my boy,
Toilet paper must play an important role in your life cause your lines are shit.
Like sleep, beating you comes natural to me, I do it with my eyes closed
You claim to be king
But you losing this war even with your sleepless knight
Your lines are two weak
Like your sagging balls
I’m sorry man,
This diss making you look like you’re drowning in my IQ
It’s a breathtaking experience for you.
I would love to eat you raw but that would be funny
Cause you’re one big joke.
This diss is dissrepectful
I’m a dragon!
You’re just trying to match up to me
Be still dragonfly
Your fans know you’re about to get missing like a Messi penalty
before it happens I’ll make sure that they see this(cedis) like the Ghanaian currency
I will stab you in your mind, your blood dropping like rainfall,
you sef go watch your life streaming
I’ve got you bleeding over this verse
the post is looking like the woman with an issue of blood.
Man, you’re like a fuckin’ TV channel, you should SHOW me respect,
It’s time you hire some Mourinhos, bro, you look like you need some defence.
I shine different, Adenuga ain’t seen this kind of glow,
I’m way too wavy, the Nile ain’t seen this kind of flow.
Flyting is a stylized battle of insults and wits that was practiced most actively between the fifth and 16th centuries in England and Scotland. Participants employed the timeless tools of provocation and perversion as well as satire, rhetoric, and early bathroom humor to publicly trounce opponents.