CHALLENGER'S RAP

• You rap with all the vigor of a coma-induced sloth
• Don't trap yourself in figures, you're easier then seduced goths
• Deserve is always reserved for my raps produced with wroth
• This is the battle I've trained for, I've deduced that you have lost
• Level Six is just two words, your words make little sense
• Of all the rappers in the world, you should stop this pretense.
• Complexity is unknown in your vocabulary
• And respecting my gold throne, stops you from meeting Saint Mary
• Wit and words won't win a war, your death won't bring me peace.
• I'll at least get to see your awe, when you're brought to your knees
• Win the match, become the lord, your slain bodies obese
• This grease across my sword's a relic of those who's deceased
• Battle? I'm seeded against the easy wins received
• Easily encapsulates the needed win achieved
• Cause you pretend that you are straight, nobody is deceived
• You're about to descend to your fate, your death, I am relieved.
• A story needs conclusions, and this battle's end ain't mine
• Piece of spine you're losing, your career is in decline
• Of all the battlers in the world, your ass belongs to mine
• Shit, I realised you should read the first word of each line