CHALLENGER'S RAP

• look into my eyes, see a guy who told one too many lies,
• look at my skin see a texture, made of a unimaginable mixture,
• my body is nothin but skin full of scars, n lungs full of tar,
• TwoOneEight, receivin nothin but hate, his fate, is in a room with nothin but bars holdin him in,
• everynight say his prayers, cuttin so many layers,
• walks into school, harassed so fast, believe me its no blast,
• go into the bathroom, take out a razor that i keep handy, normally,
• drag it across my skin, satan just gotta win over god, fuck sorry father,
• ugh, why even bother, my mother is the opposite of an angel,
• me, well, im the guy who invented practically everything tyler the creator raps about,
• am i satans deciple or gods child,
• my problems are mild, for some fuckin reason i still got that chronic depression,
• like im suffering a recession, fuck it im done, bye.