CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I'm like Metroid I drop bombs when I'm rollin'
• you're like a hemmeroid, an asshole itch that got your boys groaning,
• let me draw this up like matt groening, you'll be yellow-faced
• at the pace this is going, opening shots will be springfield (all right)
• in my hands clutched and iron-sighted, on your nuts,
• unloading
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• your ark of the governent gon sink, i'll be sipping tea,
• pinkies up, pleasure-boating, unthinking crimes land a
• snitch in the clink, you a turncoat, think, before you keep gloating
• my homefields the brink, you a compass in the triangle,
• don't know where you're going, and like earhardt you'll never get home
• don't even dare start, or like a needle i'll put a threa(t/d) on,
• sow this shit up, a field a wheat, where this breads from
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• so I'll deflate you like a zeppelin, for getting headstrong,
• hindenburg flames'll burn you dead wrong, you stuck to my
• ass like a wet thong, if i lean over or sneeze, in a crack
• you're gone. imma post you like a corkboard, thumbtack and all
• on a bureaucratic desk in franz kafka's halls, yall micron small
• your words are nerf balls in gaza, kinda reckless,
• no spine in you hecklers, back of the bleacher seats
• just to stand tall, i'm like spinach i bust this (can and / cannon) RAW!
• popeye here to wreck this,
• yall just a t-shirt and necklace, i'm a left-jab to solar plexus,
• these anchor arms'll make a tall ship change direction
• yall just a poke on myspace or a scam on craigslist
• your grin-game's politician level, like them your mind-game's pre-K
• my head-space is rap-Che, this next play better be matched-weight
• yall domestic as hedgerow-and a latched gate.
• and pass like hot air and bad smell,
• flatulate.