CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Welcome to Oz
• If you're the Wicked Witch then I suggest you grab a second wand..
• You know I'm not one to cast a spell on;
• 'Cause there's a curse I've sent with every word like letter fonts, and I'm cursing; dropping F-bombs
• Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Tourettes? Nah
• Mila Kunis 'bout to get fire crotch, ashed-in-coocher like Red's hot, daughter in-law, the head of Donna
• 'Cause I'm here to burn witches with a radio head, I'm pretty reckless
• So fear not Finley I'm back to leave the rest in awe, like Pentecost, shell shocked
• Spittin' flames in pepper sauce with this perplex plot; can you follow the pattern and connect the dots?
• Most rappers want to rule the roost but most of you write with chicken scratch in hen's claws
• Speaking of roosters..
• The way cock happens to wake you up at the crack of dawn I'd think you're Elton John
• Yeah, 'cause you've got gay bars and I'm hear to fix 'em up.. Call me John Taffer and this is a pep talk
• I expect no response after, I've got a machete jaw; this is a nonchalant massacre
• Death stalks you like the Children Of The Corn and I'm in a tall tractor to harvest crops in odd laughter until your breath stops..
• I'm mowin' these kids in a combine, combining their heads squashed as their abdominals splatter intestines across the proximity scattered and rest in parts
• I talk philander with what I just mentioned blah, I see you standing their watching, you fall backwards, wishing you had memory loss
• But that faint memory will forever haunt... Thoughts of nastier shit lurks in your mind tho, like your bare breasted mom
• But with that line I couldn't get cornier, this caution tape looks like yellow cobs, haha
• I'm here because somebody called pest control now who's gonna clean up this mess huh? The coroner
• The whole town can smell your flesh rot on my shoulders I'm wearing your skin like bell tops as a sweat absorber