CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I'm a stoner, I don't get high though
• I just throw rocks at toddlers 'til they die slow
• Used to get money and pussy in Dallas
• 'Til the daycare manager found my Cialis
• And asked me why the storytime couch had stains from my phallis
• It was hardly fiction
• I have a hard addiction to givin' toddlers friction
• Make 'em slob my knob then I would probably fist 'em
• Leave 'em wobblin' so hard they fall off the teeter-totter, semen in the body systems
• I told those kids to stop their bitchin'
• And if they told anyone, not even God would listen
• Gave 'em protein in the kitchen
• In their mouths, my rod went fishin'
• Told 'em if they told a third party the coroner'd have to go body fishin'
• At that point for a quick escape they were probably wishin'
• Must've swallowed an extra chromosome, 'cause they were retarded, twitchin'
• One hot five-year-old boy was goin' home, there went my target victim
• So I told him to help me clean the closet first, locked him in and started lickin'
• So now I'm caught, but no worries, I'll fuck the guard in prison
• And maybe maraud his daughters, make 'em drink water from the pot I pissed in
• Then hit 'em and skin 'em, hang the hides like linens
• Then shove a chainsaw up my ass with the femur of Lennon's
• And let it be, fuckin' your mind, sexual telepathy
• I fuck with The Boys with the Heavy D
• I make eight-year-olds thirstier than Helen Keller's speech patterns
• "WATER, WATER, WATER," on kindergarteners, I leave that peach tattered
• Leave a Sandy Hook memorial on the beach, splattered
• Shoot my load all over the corpse, now the skeet's scattered
• Fuck toes, chop 'em off, leave the feet battered, just the thought makes my teats fatter
• Now I piss on your grave, like my uncle, I have a petite bladder
• My lyrics are so fucking good they negate the fact that beats matter