CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Back at it again like an addict of sin to wreak havoc and seek savage revenge
• You're the type who couldn't get hype if you had any friends
• I don't need hype, I don't have to pretend or accuse you of being attracted to men
• In fact, it's a sin to spit awful spin-offs of him, I bring a machete to get off your limbs
• You couldn't see me if you looked through the lens of a telescope, I'm like a stellar pope
• Except I'm not here to help you fellas hope you're gettin' better, nope
• I'm here to dash your hopes and dreams, beef up your rhymes with some creatine
• Because creatin' isn't your strongpoint, so roll me a long joint and bow to the king
• Or I'll empty a magazine, blood plastered and seen
• While the devil's laughin', his realm teems with fascists, lashes, screams due to dastardly schemes