CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Hand back the reins son, I see you've hit a dry spell/
• Don't bother asking what's ripe, I'm that white trash you smell/
• Welcome back, mother fucker, I've got some fresh shit to yell/
• Our beef's just started but I bought you a first class ticket to hell/
• Karma's a bitch, so you better drop ten grand in a wishing well/
• A little drunk off this Jack Daniels, can't you tell?/
• This will be your last battle, shelved, farewell./
• Business is business bitch, suck it up, oh well./
• Bitter execution, one witness, slam that alarm bell./
• And it's swell: I expel your shit, ace the final and then excel./
• I delve deep into the demonic dreamworld while you sleep./
• Cover you in my lyrical bukake, come get a taste of my sour skeet./
• Too goddamn cheap to call myself elite, still sleep with a piss stained sheet./
• The distance between U and I is just too damn steep./
• 11 men in my army coming to ask you for your discreet retreat./
• (Auf Wiedersehen!) It's a defeat, imagine that, your girl now prefers my German meat.
• Ramming that little petite, in my backseat, make her knees weak./
• Hearing her voice trembles while she shrieks (Oh! Ohh!)./
• I love the way she snacks so tenderly on my ball sack./
• Wanna fight back? I'll be the last thing you see before it all fades black./