CHALLENGER'S RAP

• im smoking indo nigga better open up a window, chillin with two girls and they acting like bimbos. Got my army of knifers of rolled out, hit my chpher and its on loud. we sitting on the couch im about to cash out, bitches smelling like sauerkraut, I was like eww get out!, and I don't mean just sit there and pout, I mean get the fuck out. sorry if that sounds mean, my I suggest using some Listerine or maybe some bleach you fucking stink. don't you smell that stank and its not from that green dank, you smelling like a backed up sink, that's what I think. pussy nigga come at me when you built like a tank, and my though process is on precision, need another dream another vision. gun control isn't nothing to this nation, blow a nigga away for no apparent reason. ya that's the fucked up world we live in, get shot up for your opinion, and have your story rewrote different. now yall need to listen, ima come back with my passion and we all gonna be bashing because this isn't no lag im on the computer spittin swag. olay better go back to the pad, smoke some good grass with my lads. the duration of my spitting is forever unknown, im al cpone take me to auto zone, we all gonna zoom down there faster then the tone on the phone. and Im not no chod, all take the long way home, because I got ambition, and that's well unknown. mother fuckers should hear me more, my flow is like a volcano. need me when I say so, all bet you a couple pecos. I don't have such thing as a label, just spitting some works taking knife hits off my living room table. yaa you thought I wasn't able, Im not no baby in a cradle, try to rock my once and it will be fatal. now hear my new prosthese, I got the bread and the cheese, Im not dealing with no sleaze. if they a sleaze ship them over seas, that might sound mean but I usually don't intervene except when a punk wants to clown on me. so I stole his mp3, told him to give me twenty bucks real quick, or the next thing he knew his mp3 was gonna be in a drainage ditch. your not marshawn lynch, your more like the Grinch. come steal my presents you will get smashed, the after math is gonna be catastrophic, and being like a seal flippin and flopping. you happy Gilmore and you fucking a goblin, she so gross hope your dick be trobbin, after the sex she says wheres the top roman . so she starts roaming around my home, and shes zoneing out slips from under her feet, she gets knocked out and gets thrown to the street. I got a Ludacris idea, and Im not talking about shopping from ikea. its not a thing its a figment of your imagination,, you don't need no registration.