SirKwa:
I come with lone lines
To tell you loners
"You got no lines"
"You are just attention seekers"
Odus:
Someone please call for forensic
look for the remains of an amateur
he came to a fierce war calling us lone
himself he was not accompanied
Sirkwa:
Your lines, none can hum
But mine come with rhythm
Yet you claim to know poetry
Go practise poultry
Odus:
huh, you talk of rhythm
here you came with critism
but i promise to clear your optimism
with zeal and enthusiasm
Sirkwa:
Son, go learn
Poetry is an art
Prowess you must earn
Or else it's you I will thwart
Odus:
you have turned diss into advice
abomination calling a grandmaster son
wait, am i talking to a ghost?
where's the forensic? he survived?
Sirkwa:
Your lines don't frighten
But mine, it's you they enlighten
Reminding you often
You must be COMPETEN'
Odus:
you're pleased to have rhyme schemes
like form ones their 1st poems
your enlightenment is darkness
even with spectacles i don't get your competence
Sirkwa:
After my each blow,
Off you go.
As I ,in my victory I wallow
Just accept, poetry zone is a no go
Odus:
victory, you proclaim
a white flage, you raise
sweaty fingers, you type
ovethinking, you stress
Sirkwa:
Surrender is my advice
Take it if you are wise
Or soon is your demise
And I'll be there to rejoice
Odus:
look you ask me to surrender
when you see I'm to put you asunder
and leave your mind a quagmire
keep my respect as Master
Sirkwa:
Stubbornly you insist
Throwing allegations that don't exist
Can't you see it's a lost cause
Sure, your surrender I'll cause
Odus:
he escapes to prayer
to ask poetic lines from Allah
and forgiveness for misbehavior
he has messed with the master
In collaboration with TheOdundo
Now ladies and gentlemen, who won?
