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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Ok well ill come up with next one,
- spittin rhymes man i do this shit just for fun,
- i can hear your steps getting louder the faster you run,
- i can hear your girls thighs smashing against mine the more i wanna
- cum,
- its ok mane ill give her back i smashed her just for fun,
- now I'm done,
- time to get back to my vision,
- were i create a system with rhythm that'll bring money in,
- with a heavy momentum,
- you throwing a tantrum,
- i got your girl handcuffed with her arms behind her back,
- red rag in her mouth,
- and I'm fucking her behind the back,
- she still got that blouse
- you bought her,
- i thought to my self damn she looking bad,
- well i otter,
- might as well,
- she looking at me feeling me,
- i can feel that pussy start to swell,
- get in for a moment but never dwell,
- I'm moving to quick through this plot
- , i mean my pot damn I'm high as hell,
- as i exhale I'm looking forward to my sales,
- i got you in this game,
- your lame at rap
- fell in my trap,
- got impaled by spears they went through your back and out your chest,
- I'm the best your gonna have to be at your best if you wanna contest,
- this the test,
- not even a vest can suppress my bullets,
- still got my finger on the trigger if you ready to pull it, boy
DEFENDER'S RAP
- in between the lust and greed
- fierce hours - so soon it becomes annoying to us - yes between her thighs it
- niggaz emptied on son, and left 'em leaning right in valerie's truck
- war-chief of queen boudicca: onwards to camulodunum. wet your swords!
- as we sit in our cars, divided by white lines and signs in between
- drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit
- possessed by a pressing desire of being, fibrillation of misleading welfare
- so if you wanna moan and groan then hit up my phone (so i can put it on you)
- ungodly wastefulness and petrified profanity materialized in golden temples
- that motel 6. $59.95, not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho
- gore soaked, drooling pus, satisfied but not content. to my delight i find
- in the valley of depraved thoughts, where retention disappears - disappears
- when the year skipped a beat, that's when my shit hit the street
- we got plenty to spend quit spending on transportation we got plenty of them
- corsica. one of many drug-running points. the mafia hundreds of people strong
- in this age let's have harmony all people can be free this injustice must
- them chicks love the diamonds that i get from rob jewels
- it's a poor fuck like me on the streets i got it all figured out"
- in a persian turban, swervin', that suburban mergein', curvin', herb in the air
- be great to play while someone pays me, not called bonkers its called lazy
- sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority
- in front of them oooh wops, trying to show out, that's the hoe route
- i don't even know what it feel like, they know me cause i'm in this ferris wheel
- i guarantee we'll be those friends (who) talk once a month then that'll end
- i've been signed for the last three summers, and still broke, bitch
- destroyed by comsuption, replaced by egoism and greed, just shame remains
- legacy fed through immanent human error emulating conscience through infected
- you sleep naked craving the taste of flesh surrounded by uncertainties
- because your product only resists me by your intolerant discrimination
- woke up drunk, the next day, check the mirror, "pissed cunt" written on my face
- that means a million more dicks for your lips to grip
- switch your hips when you're walkin', let down you're hurr (let down your hurr)
- ya'll need to mind your fucking business hit the highway