CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I got 5 on the battle - where the votes lie- he has 5 minus mine where his ballad lies
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• Your rhymes aren't garbage, they're recycled, through a-
• Repetitive cycle in misuse or rapid fire boom missiles,
• Over cooked Acid steamed vocals, blow steam by you like
• A whistle, and a ballistic pencil used and viewed as a fire
• Arm utensil, hand on fire, for the first rhyme burnt through
• My veins and vessels.
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• I banned you from the competition because your rent was pass due,
• fuck your house rap, I write poetry inside my castle
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• I bought my votes with my rhymes, your verses just had no
• Value
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• How could my skill be around yours, when I only stand right above you ,
• left under you on the ground, pishing up weight
• My rhymes pulled
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• I gave you permission to x me out, but after checking your work,
• i realized Rihanna didn't allow you to
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• My throne is pure chrome I over thrown a so called Goldie
• They call me poetry pope, the uncrowned saint other temple
• Of hope, rope my rhymes to his mentality height strangle
• His rhymes until he has a by force lodge of Luke like overdose
• of a congested nose with oily greased up flows
• I tricked his rhymes out gold so you'd know how bold
• He must be to promote such a disgrace towards the poetry
• Pole notes, I wrote verses in blue bold, white like Cocaine's
• Or when your mother did porn and dope, I'm Fingering his pride
• with my eyes and a rifle scope , pointed aimed straight at his dome,
• grope my balls, poke my dick while his mother deep
• throats my nuts while her globes fall in between her guts ,
• and sweet seamen shoots from her nose, I beat your son,
• she beats my meat,on two knees she still blows my blow pop and tube
• of glucose my pupil shows no fear but deep down,
• I know no one can come close to beating me with unique flows I
• come close, then close in when I needed my Christ conscious most
• She sucks on her tippy toes for an Arizona and pack of Cigarette smokes
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