CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Your rapping sense is like Jimmy Hart and fashion in the eighties,
• I ain't gonna go easy on you, sounds like you got a disease,
• Like SARS of the rapping nodes, and ebola of your cortex,
• You're as masculine as a girl who's dick was removed by forceps.
• If you want a critique of your career, ask Adam Buckley,
• If you win this battle, it'll be highly, supremely luckily.
• I'm quite surprised that you replied, took time out from masturbating,
• Your raps are so bad, they're depressing, but mine are elevating,
• Your parents tried to stop you, they rightfully tried tried to warn ya,
• They'll be sorry, when they'll find you by your own noose in the corner,
• My rhyming skill is so far off the scale, it's astronomical,
• My rapping finesse is the best, destroys the rest, I'm the pinnacle,
• Dealt with the fact that my mind's a horrific goddamn place to be,
• I'm a rapper, I'm rhyming and transgender, time for you to see,
• That a rapping match, doesn't require no balance or regulation,
• So I'll bring pain and defeat, in less than magnanimous fashion,
• If you feel like the Holly Holm or Cain Velasquez of RapPad,
• Then come to my battle page, you gon' try to rap, then turn out sad,
• You can't rhyme for shit, rapping Mein Kampf, because I'm the lost Fourth Reich,
• You think you can rap, reality check, bitch, go take a fucking hike,
• If you're genuinely of the erroneous opinion you'll win,
• when it comes to dropping rhymes, you know I'm the ballin' shaolin,
• Other rappers paid for verses manufactured like Ferrari,
• But I'm the hardworking realest, I'm damn revolutionary,
• Try to embarrass me further than being compared to you has done,
• Try to go configure a rhyme to go topple me, go have fun