CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Emitting sounds that are unpermitted,
• Tongues are splitting with this jumper rhythm,
• Bongs and sippin, getting high off the bumps
• I'm spitting,
• Thugs aree living, people die, 'cause of stuff
• I've written, i'll steal youur life, and your wife
• then i'll dump your kids 'n'
• Your bars are simpler than long division,
• This Skunky pigeon's got a wonky dick 'n'
• he's carrying that monkey widdim.
• I mean his daughter.
• Looking at his post-mortem, concluding tthat it muust be slaughter,
• I'm a cheetah, you're a busty tortoise.
• My flow's fresh, what you're spitting's just
• some musty water,
• I get gold, riches, you get crusty quarters.
• Fucked your family members, left with your
• dusty daughters
• I said this must be slaughter.
• I'm a class act, i
• pass facts and hard packs of hard tracks,
• Dark black, so I ain't afraid to bark back.
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• Walk into your aunt's ass and pass gas, then I
• stick some sharp glass right into her ass
• crack!
• I'll go to the park, smack, and wake up the
• seagulls
• Got sharp tacts, cold enough to
• break up the beatles
• I Start whack fights and I start up elite
• brawls.
• Shrink myself then shamelessly sneak up
• girl's peekholes.
• I eat whole, week-old rappers and seek
• stalls,
• My queef's gold, beat, scold rappers and
• weak balls.
• They shriek, call, queef for their mothers, and
• weep, roll,
• Roll under the covers, black as night but they teeth show.
• Fake ass rapper, screaming 'MUMMAY MY
• TEA'S COLDD!'