CHALLENGER'S RAP

• 1st off ur gonna die bitch. At the hand's of my Smith, and Wesson. /
• Cuz I'm only 5' 6, but the 4-5's got me feel n like I'm 6' 7. /
• Who's this bitch test n like he's a teacher n a classroom? /
• When really he's stress n cuz I teach lesson's w weapon's /
• full of bullet's that relax scalp's like Vidal Sassoon. /
• Pussy! U fucked up, and lied 2 me. Now urine (ur n) trouble. /
• Like u can't piss, so u leave the restroom know n u'll b back soon. /
• Pussy! U stay n ur feel n's cry n. That's y urine (ur n) puddle's. /
• Like wat's on the fuckin floor by a toilet n a bathroom. /
• Faggot! Slash Becky w a mouth like a vacuum. /
• Ur just a punch n bag. Cuz ur the type of weak bitch that
• get's punched over, and over again, but doesn't punch back. /
• U dumb fag. Try n ur best 2 act tuff, and bust rap's. /
• but u can't bust rap's, and act n tuff 4 u's 2 much of a tuff act. /
• That's y I pop off when I bust rap's. Cuz I kno u won't bust back. /
• Plus, ur alway's 2 busy lick n sum 1's nut sack, /
• but fuck that. Pause. Cuz I can punch back w a dumb rap, /
• but wat fun's that? When I can find where my gun's at, /
• up that, bust cap's, and have bullet's lunge back. /
• Cuz the Tommy Pickle's dumb fag's. No Rugrat, /
• and that's not just a fun fact. Cuz I keep a burner. /
• Not 2 shoot people, but 2 pistol whip bitch's,
• and beat em' down like Ike did Tina Turner. /
• U want this faggot gone? Aite. Say no more. /
• Cuz I'll bring em' the fuck down, and make em'
• disappear. Like Egyptian Airline's flite 804. /
• I'm a tank no war. Bitch, I'm fuckin nut's, evil, and crazy. /
• D ceitful, and shady. An addict. I let needle's persuade me. /
• The type 2 leave if they make me, and go over c's out 2 Haiti, /
• so that I won't b locked up if I get caught beat n a baby, /
• and I'm a b this way at least til' I'm 80, or I'm feeble, and lazy. /
• While Ho-vember stay's gay, and sweet like a pastry, /
• but these aren't the reason's he h8's me. The reason he h8's me's /
• cuz I'm lit like a fuckin blunt, and I stay high on T.H.C. daily, /
• but he can't blame me. Cuz it's nobody's fault, but his own
• that while he's home he's the type 2 thro an Elton John record on, /
• and dance around the house 2 each, and every song /
• N nothin, but a pair of fuckin tube sox, and a leopard thong. /
• Bitch ur a nobody. Just a leprechaun. That I'm step n on. /
• and that's not me flex n dawg. I just got bar's that r x tra strong. /
• Cuz I'm ill w the skill. Think not, then u guessed it wrong. /
• Cuz my name ring's bell's from here all the way 2 Lebanon. /
• Til' I'm dead, and gone, and I don't need 2 have a weapon drawn /
• 2 kill u Ho-vember, but I will. Cuz I like my beef seasoned, /
• and the shotty'll catch a body, or leave u peppered dawg, /
• so look out. Cuz I'll heat ur grill like a cook out, and stretch ur jaw. /
• Til' nothin's left at all. Cuz I live life on the edge,
• and I'm not sorry, but I am part gnarly, part awesum, /
• and part drug addict til' I'm off n my coffin. /
• Plus, I hardly thro caution. Cuz I'm a pure bred cannibal
• like Hannibal Lecter, and a specter that often luv's get n lost n /
• toss n the body part's of dead animal's mixed w x plicit
• profanity, and vulgar hand gesture's at Rosario Dawson. /
• Awesum. Cuz I gotta few loose screw's and sum un dun bolt's. /
• Plus, I'm charged the fuck up at all time's w a ton of volt's. /
• While Ho-vember just stay's n his feel n's, and fuckin sulk's. /
• Cuz he's a faggot, so fuck em', and his feel n's. Pause. Fuck em' both. /
• Wat r u 13 go n on 30? Bitch, don't talk 2 me like ur sum adult. /
• Cuz I'm the shit Ho-vember, and I'm sick when I spit. Cuz I massacre
• faggot's like u, n (and) gay bar's. Orlando Florida... Club Pulse. /