You disappear, you disappear, you disappear
When real neegas appear, I got a choppa to
Spit at ya beard, Ogugwa's Popeye when
Spinach appears
I'm muggins soon as I walk in the room, you ducking
As soon as I walk in the room, you was swaggin until
Ugo pulled out your card, now you're scared to log on
To the coli dot com .....................................
Neegas think that its sweet, til they meet me, now they
Call the police like a he she, I been ballin
Since a kid, I was three feet, got some bread on your head off gp
Now your hairline got a big bag on it, fuk your pedicure, ima
Put a tag on it, you a FRAUD and you tried to put some SWAG
On it, I beat this p*ssy till he red, put a rag on it
Ogugwa's clearly a boss, yo momma's titties are soft
She can not fit in lacoste, only mumus my dik in her Jaws
I said that you are a cac, I am not who you attack
Ogugwa's ruthless in fact, I will put two in your back
I love ya momma pwoosy it be leaking like a faucet
She got a deep throat she suk the dik until she nautious
She love to swallow nut she be taking all my kids hostage
The way she give me neck ima start calling dat bytch ostrich
@SwagmundFreud
I remember when he dissed that cum guzzling fakkit @intilectual recipricolthats the homie. he should do a rap up of coli folks on here, like i did in the freestyle thread.

I remember when he dissed that cum guzzling fakkit @intilectual recipricol![]()
i think SirBiatch is going to be next
and another one...its going to be a long summer
Gotdamn. Here I am having to write a six-page thesis paper with correct punctuation, and this guy probably didn't even finish a simple grade school paper, yet he's a millionaire.

Cac alert

fukk outta here with that cac shyt bruh

*entas da booth*



I used to play fair with these bytches
Now I can't share air with these bytches
So Ugo gotta bury these bytches
How de fuk you a sir when you bytchin?
So you thought you were different, and would
Slip throught the crack, when you running from
Ugo, bullets hitting your back, you log on to the
Coli, talking bout Asap Rocky, looking at your
Photoshop of your face giving him sloppy ...
It was made in such detail, dat your cheek has
A dikk print, you a graphic designer, with a lack
Of vagina, call me Ugo Ogugwa I'll put the mac
To your line up, I'll push your wig like a shopping
Cart, African rider, I am African made, you a fakkit
And slave, suckin dik of Asap, is how you fathom
Your day, worst part of this shyt, is dat you're surely
A bytch, you were afraid of this track and now you
Playing it back, twirling in a circle and your dress
Looks like a helicopter, your eyes are closed and
You dreamin like I'd never pop up, Ogugwa has
The hand of God I'll slap your face, while my
Other hand is gripping on your mother's waist