CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Damn your face and cold-sore mouth, born from the whorehouse
• Your best laid plans abandoned and wasted like barren landscapes in Fallout
• Your mixtape got No Said Date, even the great Master Kill
• Released his late debut LP faster still, and a sixth grader surpassed your skill/
• I be Exxon: disaster spill, Steven Segal - martial arts hard to kill
• You start to ill, sweating your daft mistakes, here, take this morning after pill
• R-U-4-8-6: on bathroom floor your aborted fate drips
• And your fastfood form shapeshifts, when my darkmoon sword blaze bits
• A harsh wound torn, like Japanese cartoon porn raped chicks
• I busted more straps than asian chicks who bought two enormous fake tits
• To make tips stripping, gyrating hips on the late shift - she's sniffing
• Snowflakes so like sheep-dipping, both nose and laced bits keep dripping
• On Halloween when it's time to trick or treat, you the retreating trick
• I'm Mike Myers with a giant knife gleaming, that might make you bleed a bit
• You're competing with an unrivalled force of sorts, you'll exhaust reserves
• Like cosmonauts caught above the earth's orbit, but I got more thoughts to burn
• Like hors d'oeuvres you get served first, before the real beef commences
• Your poor nerves short-circuited, emergency alert, you be defenseless... beaten senseless
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