CHALLENGER'S RAP

• When I quit the game it's finished. You could say it's aborted.
• I guess too that I'm Horton,
• Cause I Heard a Who? His name wasn't important.
• They say with some things that quality is imported
• But I'm from the US and still the best over borders
• When I started I had nickels, but now I'm rolling quarters
• Full of two rhymes stuck together, like Siamese twin hoarders.
• I sent the track to the morgue, so its entered rigor mortis.
• You're frozen in fear, like the stiffs you can't perform this.
• Killing like this should be illegal, but I've never had a warrant.
• Yeah, my rap is immoral, but the organization stays sordid,
• And the homophone intentional, but I bet you guys ignored it.
• You and your rhymes come from the belly of a hooker--both abhorrent
• Try to steal my style from a keyboard & you need more than a torrent
• I'd be willing to be a sell-out, if Bill Gates could afford it.
• Because this rap feels stellar, coming down to you from orbit,
• Where I wear the stars around my neck and outshine my adornment.
• Your girl digs vocabulary, so I spit and we cavorted.
• I'm the reason she walked out on you, you know she a-door-ed it.
• Well first I watched and learned, but this time I'm the informant--
• Where I'm a child of musicality you guys are fucking orphans.
• At your high tide, you've got no flow, an ant could fjord it.
• 7 bucks says I'm Prime, that's Amazon ordered.
• If clever should be the new measure to keep rap from being formless,
• I'll be rap's Martin Luther, ninety four theses more to reform it.
• Bump with me, make this an onomatopoeia performance,
• I'll be standing at the church door waiting for the praise to swarm in.