CHALLENGER'S RAP

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• Soon as you fools view a bitch up in here you all switch up the gears
• Move swift jump and steer in her direction shower her with affection
• Give her props think she hot but stop, I won't allow the deception
• Give up, you weak, your time 'bout to cease, live on your knees/
• Or die on your feet lie on the streets, your pen game is like ten lame
• Rap pad whack ass average rapper's flow, you rhyming off beat
• I laugh at those typing their heat thinking syllables define a real
• Lyricist, no, the image is yo, you not lyrical if you rhyme a lot/
• It's if the words hit perfect, man you can't hide behind a hot scheme
• When I plot these plans even Eric get's Clapped in (Clapton) here for that CREAM,
• Obscene scenes seems your dreams ends here I bend jeers to immense cheers,
• Queer, try jump in the ring hell you hear the bell I'mma dead this ding/
• If I spread my wings and he don't get under the thing, son I'mma win,
• I cripple punks dead bastard give you and your two men triple bunk bed caskets,
• Eighteen feet deep, six shots each you won't be able to "withdraw" your thoughts for war,
• You won't remember your rank, when I stomp your memory blank then rob your memory bank/
• The medical man, with heavy demand prescripted cures my metal in hand,
• Let me be frank, most of these supposed to be on the spot bars you drop are, pre scripted
• Encrypted shit I spit to hit and promise won't miss these shallow heads,
• I find I make a thousand deep minds drown in all these lines my ammo tends,/
• Not to run out no need for guns out I won't pop the steel to pop and steal
• Another poppa's kids life, won't pop the kids for attention when I pop for real,
• I'll burn the fake turn the game away from the now crazed popping pills
• That somehow got Pop appeal, fuck 'em rappers they been pussy/
• Since they popped out the pussy they ain't no G-Unit even the Young Buck 'em,
• When I pop, son the scene is mine I'mma step and pop the scene and raise
• The teens that flame the mic like I'm their stepfather, who can step farther?
• Bets on the man with the weird name that appeared from nowhere/
• And volunteered so you can hear and feel pain and see his soul here,
• He ghosts peers when his notes sheer so feared even the ghosts steer clear
• Fuck third person though, spit it first person yo, the original ghostwriter,
• Writing for ghosts who provide what I wrote for those that need they own rhymer/