CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Your bars are gonna be tin snipped, like a cage on a mink farm
• wing clipped on a stage by an osbourne, tossed off a highway into a causeway
• and spun into a fence by a dust storm, just trashy
• matter-a-fact I gnash teeth, so hard they worn down and busted out
• so trust when the rush of flow bustin's out, i'm just touchin down
• and then i'm bouncing out. Cuz i'm sure your bonecrusher flow
• ounce for ounce next to my pound for pound,
• sounds pronouncabl-y like just shouting nouns
• i'm astounded you got your crack-axle rap cart off the ground
• let alone rolling, your lines are limp son
• my cries call in stone golems
• if you got nuts hold 'em, if you got tits, arms fold over 'em
• i'mma touch into the mindstate, liquid shimmer
• silver stock and a hot soldering gun
• what you're not, I know when we're young
• we can get a head of ourselves, but you're still behind
• i'm not inclined to find a way to rewrite and be kind,
• the streak your half-baked hip-less hop, wreaks on an intelligent mind
• your bitter i'm smellin' the rind, your filler, i'm selling the prime
• a quitter, you'll tell when its time.
• I don't dabble, doubts no devil of mine
• so I settle the grind with sparks cast in arcs catch-ing
• oily rags in a mound, mustache twisted, hideous cackling sound
• rafters crack and throw ashes when they smash ground
• sweat-pouring, eyes squinted, coarse gasping
• you'd settle for last now, hands down