CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Aye Wingless legend I checked out your battles, and I decided to write this, 
• and this time if your punk ass chooses to respond try writin your own verse
• Thinkin' no one would notice punk you exposed and, 
• I'm about to put you in your coffin and close it, 
• I'll shoot you down in flight at the peak of your career so I guess you'll die 
• a Wingless Legend, nah a Wingless myth, 
• Just like your verse against HII you're despicable 
• dawg Imma start rippin' you in the style of Slim, 
• Imma run you over on a mid august day In a aston martin 
• till your ass is startin' to wish you never made that fake ass verse 
• I just thought to spray, 
• My venemous lyrics against you so soak em up, 
• My evil side was hibernatin well congratulations you imbicule you woke 
• 'em up
• I wonder if you can even write your own bars Imma strike this so called 
• "winglesslegend" with a rap so deadly that Hades, Pluto, Satan and 
• the Grim Reaper, 
• Ask if they can give him easier, 
• Ways to die!
• I'M GENGHIS KHAN CRUSHIN THIS LATEST CON IN
• MY ACHIN' PALM NOW WINGLESS AND HIS LITTLE BUDDIES 
• ARE PUNKS AND THEY CAN CALL,
• SOMEONE ELSE TO WRITE A VERSE FOR EM TO SETTLE THIS
• WELL BITCH IF I LOSE IMMA FAKE AN INJURY FOR A SETTLEMENT
• CHECK!
• Imma beat you death with 31 weapons so you can "Bask-in Revlis"
• You're literally less than a half a breathless,
• Sea annenome you ain't never seen an enemy
• Go ahead, respond to this with a verse from the Recovery bonus tracklist
• You'll still be smacked if, you even managed to contemplate more than
• 12 original lines against me
• You can't even offend me so quit pretending,
• Like you're hard when you ain't even taken a Viagra
• You're makin' a white rapper, 
• Mad and you steal lyrics cuz you know no one would do the same for you 
• And I don't mind havin to stomp out a lame brain or two
• I don't even know why I'm sweatin' you I ain't even expectin you, 
• to come back with a rap so I'll just keep disrespectin' you 
• Hopin' you die so I can deface your grave by spray paintin' a
• cock on it you dickhead, 
• I took the time to write this cuz stabbin' you with a Crooked knife wouldn't
• be as fun
• I'd rather take my words and twist into your wounds
• and throw salt in your cuts and make you feel more guilt so you don't 
• copy any other rapper who actually tried, 
• You should prolly quit rappin' you might, end up stabbed in the eye with 
• the Havoc I write, 
• I unleash chaos on
• Each seance, 
• that I'm drawn to, I figured I'd emphasize where I put my rhymes
• so your slow minded ass can see where I empty rhymes, 
• You be Benzino when I'm Eminem I'm sure you can remember what he did 
• in that verse,
• You prolly tried copy and pastin,
• You're too sloppy I'm wastin', 
• Too much of my mind on you so Imma exit this battle with the W like 
• the beginning of your queer ass name.