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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Sittin' queasy head between my knees,
- Coughin' greasy lumps of chicken wing and pizza cheese
- I ate way too much after, that much weed
- At least my mam cant complain that I'm not eating my greens
- I very rarely if ever endeavour to say I'm better
- Than most at anything but I can handle a joint,
- I must've eaten something funny or become bulimic at some point
- I've had a nose full of coke at the same time
- My fuckin' head is spinning around like a roulette wheel at playtime
- I swear to god the LSD must be snappin' back at me
- I'm trippin' balls like scrotums were the fuckin roots of trees
- I'm running through a forest in the nude and screaming "hell no!"
- Cause seven unicorns want to have sex with my elbows
- I must be out of Ketamine cause I can see straight
- I'm on a computer in atlantis, past the seagate
- Cyber-warfare lyrically infected
- Data running through the blood, I'm heroin injected
- A word of wisdom don't do drugs and then pretend to be collected
- Cause there's nothing that can mess with my head more than meth did
- I had a list of shit to do but can't remember where I left it
- But the meth is set to get the rest of a fuckin' shed built
- It's four in the morning I haven't slept and haven't felt it
- I've not been sober for about three weeks, I'm goin' septic
- Cause at this fucking stage I feel like a tank
- Full of shit but it's necessary, and silence I can't stand
- So here I am a sober man rapping cause I can, man
- I think the DMT kicked in so now I'm off to get a CATscan
DEFENDER'S RAP
- sour D and berry ryder,
- spark it up with my lighter,
- and enjoy as i get high,
- open my mind and let it fly,
- got a sweet emotion i can't deny,
- with the sweetest strains i can rely,
- dis plant dis herb,
- dis vibe and don't stir,
- indica got me glued to my seat,
- bobbing my head to my own beat,
- and it seems just tad crazy,
- i inhale from the j and its tasty,
- room cloudy and i'm spacey,
- starin at my lava lamp,
- my mind so far away and i am amped,
- undercover rasta at work,
- hide it in the mirk,
- come home stressing,
- and i only have one question,
- papers or a bowl?,
- doesn't really matter when it captivates my soul