Who’s talking? It seems like if you and a madman were walking down the street, they’d chain you up and take you to the psychiatric hospital before even considering the madman. From the way I see it, you’ve got about 16 infections just from your appearance.
Next time you want to mention my name, make sure you use a toothbrush. How can you open your mouth, which has an odor that could break the Guinness World Record, to call my name?
If it wasn’t for Olamide and Poco Lee, who helped you out from under the bridge, you’d probably be begging me, saying “Mama, anything for the boys.” Maybe I’d give you 100 Naira just to keep you quiet.
A celebrity who can’t handle things that an average person can isn’t much of a celebrity. Portable, I dare you to enter the studio, release a hit song without any collaborations. You know you can’t do it.
You call me a prostitute, but at least I’m a classy one. I’m not like those you call wives who can be bribed with 1,500 Naira or a plate of instant noodles and eggs. Next time you want to drag me with a song, make sure it’s a hit and not your wack attempt.
Your face looks like a sacrifice that even the gods rejected.
— Saida Boj replied to Portable after he previewed a snippet of his diss track aimed at her.
