CHALLENGER'S RAP

• First time battling, with my bat, hit this crap//
• Say he all that, he's a cat, he can't rap//
• A poet, with a fist, an x, and a hand//
• There's this thing called porn, you look like a fan//
• A hard hit for competition, I'm on a market//
• Narcissist repetition, makes you a target//
• If roses are red, and Violet's are blue//
• Than weak poetry is dead, and so are you//
• Munch on this, I'm in a hurry main, playing the murder games//
• My punches, hit harder, like a thousand, slaying hurricanes//
• I'm a rapper, and a wrestler, put you in position//
• In a submission, you tap I win, all by decision//
• Your John Cena's bitch, with tits, and a vagina//
• And if you worked out, you would be next Chyna//
• Sixteen bars is all I need to be prove number one contender//
• While sixty ween bars all you need to show your quivering gender//