CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Beef rap, could lead to getting teeth capped
• Or even a wreath for ma dukes on some grief crap
• I suggest you change your diet
• It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it
• Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
• It ain't no starting back once arteries start to squeeze
• Take the easy way out phony, until then
• They know they wouldn't be talking that baloney in the bullpen
• So disgusting, pardon self as I discuss this
• They talk a wealth of shit and they ain't never seen the justice
• Bust this, like a cold milk from out the toilet
• Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'a boil it
• He be better off on PC glued
• And it's a feud so don't be in no TV mood
• Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed
• (Food, we need food!)
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• Verse 2
• He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh
• A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous
• Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit
• They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit
• Her bra smell, his card say: aw hell
• Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel
• Keep a cooker where the jar fell
• And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook like Ma Bell
• Top bleeding, maybe fella took the loaded rod gears
• Stop feeding babies colored sugar-coated lard squares
• The odd pair swears and God fears
• Even when it's rotten, we've gotten through the hard years
• I wrote this note around New Year's
• Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares?
• Enough about me, it's about the beats
• Not about the streets and who food he about to eat
• A rhyming cannibal who's dressed to kill and cynical
• Whether is it animal, vegetable, or mineral
• It's a miracle how he get so lyrical
• And proceed to move the crowd like a old Negro spiritual
• For a mil' do a commercial for Mello Yello
• Tell 'em devil's hell no, sell y'all own Jello
• We hollow krills, she swallow pills
• He follow flea collar three dollar bills
• And squeal for halal veal, 80-dollar pill
• Dig the real, it's how the big ballers deal
• Twirl a L after every meal (FOOD!)
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• Verse 3
• What up?
• To all rappers: shut up with your shutting up
• And keep your shirt on, at least a button-up
• Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin' males?
• Out of work jerks since they shut down Chippendales
• They chippin' nails, DOOM, tippin' scales
• Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin' sales
• This one goes out to all my peoples skippin' bail
• Dippin' jail, whippin' tail, and sippin' ale
• Light the doobie 'till it glow like a ruby
• After which they couldn't find the Villain like Scooby
• He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit
• Overproof drunk shit, and who would'a thunk it?
• Punk, try and ask why ours be better
• Could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater
• Yes, you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD, nude (We need food!)