CHALLENGER'S RAP

• bursting in blazing guns that gone an struck em
• emptyin clips in miss direction calling in dumb luck, im
• sprayin lyrical synthetic surgery that gotta fuck em
• outta luck run, blood sprayin red chalk line we paint it for fun
• cause when you done fuck up we rough up step up and lay it down
• rollin in on up done it now cause you battlin the fucking crown
• we solo in fun wit no law like you tattling when we making a sound
• funeral bells got them chime playing your ending hand me down
• all hands down, you didnt know it when you walked in
• to the ground , reap what you sow, your ass we gunna clock it
• time is your money, an you know our hands in your pocket
• watch you blank out and dud,while we blast off like a rocket
• wipe you up, dab it with a Kleenex see you've been drooling make it neater
• lickin them lips like chapped pretense but we crankin on your fuckin heater
• cause, we the wheels gears and the slickning greaser
• nobody witha brain be messing with trench, fallen and creasor
• so come one, come all and bring a plate to the table if
• got some balls ima feed ya and their fucking maple dipped
• now wait hold up take a deep breath and digest this shit
• thats enough fun, your done, a cold sweat is what ill leave you with