CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I come in, wrecking balls like hannah montana,
• fawners you pander, goners you and your fans are
• I'm gandalf, you can't pass, you can only pass on
• I'd make your flesh marred, with the way my rants scar
• Don't bother to get faster, you'd catch asthma before you catch up
• I'll undress your rap farce like a salad with no wet sauce or garnish
• It's garish, your bars' sick, like rotten parsnips that got my arse split
• And nauseous, If you ain't cautious, I'll leave you unconscious in a moshpit
• In a Renaissance fair, in a crowd of steel toes and barbed gauntlets
• I trump raps, you blow trumpets, your triumph's dead, no more comfort
• From now on, you're targeted, even from the corner of my cornea
• Your mother's gonna mourn ya, after I burn ya like gonorrhea
• My drama garners Oscars, your's a nun going 'blah blah blah karma'
• If you are what you swallow, I leave you green like an iguana
• Harbouring a cart of dipped guavas, so yeah I'd suggest you quit, haha
• The only way you're a major trip's if your circuit breaker just flipped, if not, then nada