CHALLENGER'S RAP

• (Intro)
• What the fuck can I say? I ran outta shit to say man. Fuck it, it must be...
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• (Hook)
• Writer's Block! I can't even think inside the box. Couple of blinks and it's like I forgot. Mumble over the beat cause I am lost. Exhaust the fire cause, exhaust the fire cause, exhaust the fire cause, I'm getting writer's block.
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• (Verse 1)
• What is a paper? What is a pen? Save lyrics for later, spit them again. The same shit tends to sound like shit. So you sit and you spin wondering if it's over. Take a week from the ink and feel like you're sober. Mind shuts down and you combust. Got no spine now, must not give a fuck. You trusted these words to ease the pain. Things took a turn and you lost the page. Then life is a bitch, you start to complain. Thought it was a cinch? Nah, it's all a part of the game. But this is about writer's block, isn't it? No lighter topic, this is it. I'm here to piss in it. Maybe hint a taste, this is my opinion, I'm enraged. I can't seem to think, what's my name? Aberrant? Fuck it, right now it's ignorant. My style is absolutely hideous. Lines are a mile of stupidity and simpleton. Mind of a child, I got a degree in idiot. See I'm just ridiculous. My skill is gone and you're my witness. Can I kill this song? Ignore my wish list, I feel gift-less, maybe I was never gifted. Was my presence mild since the beginning? Vicious and vile, was the scent I was giving. Now I'm weak, with a grounded peak, surrounded by this wall of concrete. Appalled by the sound of defeat. Wow, I stink.
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• (Hook)
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• (Verse 2)
• What is a bar? What is a verse? I only golfed a par, fuck this earth. Feels like a cough and a fart, I need to search for a better turf. At first I wanted to be a computer nerd, but now I'm a jerk. It irks me but I'm not concerned. I've never been buzzed, does that make me clean? No need to be drunk, I'm already mean. They say I'm a stoner, but I don't smoke weed. Must be my tone-of-voice, or maybe too much dopamine. I'm chill but crazy. No pill but I feel hazy. Purple Hills back in the day made me | flip. It was called Purple Pills, fuck censorship. Pluck this chicken shit. Got guck on my mic just ripping this. Substance was tight but now it's just a little lit. I was gonna be nice but I'm iced just a little bit. I'm supposed to run this over with a smoldering boulder, but I'm too small to feel older and I'm too tall to feel lower. Got two balls and a grower. Slew a yard with a mower. I'm pissed off. Get a glimpse of my shoulder. Slit your wrists for a showman. (Change the goddamn bar already, I'm getting bored) sorry, I was crafting my sword. Minecraft absorbed. Got a mineshaft full of iron ore, where's the diamonds at you whore?! What the fuck I am saying? You complaining? I guess I just don't give a fuck anymore.
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• (Hook)
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• (Verse 3)
• What is a syllable? What is a rhyme? You think this is difficult? Shit this is pie. Simple trigonometry, resent your ignorance, go do the fucking laun-d-ry. Why the fuck you arguing? Might as well go back to slaughtering, take back your fucking offering, lake placid is where I be pondering, ate glass in the water cause I was wandering. I'm coming to slay that ass, dump you in a pond and keep on swimming. Bleep my spitting, can't handle the venom. Manhandled the denim, don't wear them no more, I can't fit in them. I'm wearing the score, you're embarrassing the women. Entertaining the children, entertainment has never been this fulfilling. Made to send pain to your feelings. Since the start of this page I've been killing. A rampage to the buildings. Not on the grand stage but I'm feeling. Got all this damn rage to be dealing, new hate and angst is building. I beat up Hank, really? You brought that up? Yes we fought and I'm not laughed up. I passed up a couple chumps on the way to gas up. Hoodies and Jordan's? Dammit grow up. You shouldn't be sporting those sagged pants and that Samsung. Faggot laced up with a Tracphone. I'm gonna trap your face in a bag full of mace till you hack a lung. Get tackled by Patrick Chung. Get handled like Patrick's dumb. You ain't worth a minute, Squidward in the paint and I'm aiming for livid. You're fainter than Plankton, I'm the dangerous villain. I'm angrily chilling. You can't fill what was anguished unless you're willing. Go ahead, test my winnings. No, instead be apart of them. A nonstop conquering. Onslaught of darkening. Go to the pawn shop and keep on bargaining. Keep calm? Bitch I'm starving. Dish on some weak arm artists. Unleash a beast to feast on your bleak apartment. Eat up all of your garbage. I'm fat. Almost had a heart attack tearing you apart from that/ slap across the mouth. Back handed your cross and let my fangs come out. Left hook to your jaw, I bet this'll taste foul, so throw in the towel and maybe I smile. Stop talking, sounds like you stopped using vowels. Stalking you on clock so I can stomp into the ground. Abusive. Morbidly obtrusive. Excuse the deformities, I'm human. Rhetorically making music. A naked nuisance. Nuance to prove dominance. New to the crew, I'm prominent. Spew up the rules, I'm on top of it. This mountain, due to the fact that I'm untoppable. Unstoppable? It's probable. Is this new album even coppable? I don't know, hopefully though. Approaching the end, it's time to go. Mind is blown, ah fuck.
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• (Outro)
• Writer's block isn't real!