CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I got a lot a luck to nut the cook book out a this human soggy biscuit
• But you won't suck my dick ‘cause I don’t fuck with your spit, bitch
• From ‘pore to Ipswich, wood door to riches flowing
• You’re a joke for McDonald, Ronald, so forget the Laundry, hang up your toque, where you going?
• The essential credential for Blumenthal is to be mental:
• This a porno bro, pen gentle but you snap, crackle pop like a pencil
• No potential, I can be repeating my beating with no change in material
• Teenage VD straight to Le BD — in every sense of the word, you’re serial
• The only sous you’ll get is when you’re put up for slander, despised
• ‘Cause you advertised as “a cook and a rapper” but plagiarised
• Both sides ‘cause I’m a Brit, Aussie, all you writ’s bit from me
• And your bars are weaker and cheaper than coriander columns holding up the Greek’s
• You are what you eat: I feel cheap ‘cause you got no meat but
• It must be some feat for you to swallow my skeet — ‘specially since you only just reached puberty
• But I’m telling you now you’ll never get through to me ‘cause one bite and I’ll break your teeth
• You're Cameron without a pig, incomplete
• Call you Caitlyn Jenner for the same reason exactly
• No shame in defeat so take off your shoes when you get at me
• I mean, for fuck’s sake G, the only way you’ll defeat me
• Is by claiming you’ll serve me and I end up dead, waiting in my seat
• But keep your chin up, cause I got a fetish for wack rappers who try to
• Book me, look at me and instantly give up
• I'm an anomaly of philosophy; I make 'em scream with mad pith
• How can a winner exist if there wasn't even a battle to begin with?