CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Yo once again it's the TRC, that kid who got much props
• From killin corrupt cops, with motherfuckin buck shots
• So don't step to this, cause I got a live crew
• You might be kinda big but they make coffins yo' size too
• I was taught wise, I'm known to extort guys
• This ain't Harlem bitch, it's Cali nigga we do walkbys
• No one can match me, tax me or wax me
• If you want me to write you some raps G just ask me
• Cause on the shelf is where your LP cold stood
• Because it was no good, that shit ain't even go wood
• I'm not the type to take sluts out, I just fuck they guts out
• Get my nuts out, then break the fuck out
• Me being a virgin, that's idiotic
• Cause if TRC got the AIDS every cutie in the city got it
• Once a nigga tried to stick me for six G's
• And I put more holes in his ass than swiss cheese
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• I steal lives like a stone thief, so leave me alone chief
• Or catch a buck shot to your domepiece
• I must warn, I got it goin on, word is bond
• Ducks be gettin thrown off platforms like P.M. Dawn
• I'm catchin bodies like a villain's supposed to
• And I squeeze triggers, not just on niggas but hoes too
• So don't try to test me, cause I can't stand testers
• Fuck around, I'll introduce you to your ancestors
• Step to this and get left with a face full of tears, pal
• But man you've been rappin for years now
• And ain't made a hit yet, you flop in a split sec
• In the shower's the only time you get your dick wet
• I roll with scary crews, I come out of wars barely bruised
• I'm puttin motherfuckers on the Daily News
• I was a gangsta from the git-go
• Leavin fags in bodybags with tags on they big toe
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• Yo ever since I was young, I ripped mics and I killed beats
• And I'm known to milk freaks and hit em on silk sheets
• No dame can give me a bad name, I got mad fame
• I'm quick to put a slug in a fag brain
• I be placin snitches inside lakes and ditches
• And if I catch AIDS, then I'mma start rapin bitches
• I'm all about makin papes kid
• I killed my mother with a shovel just like Norman Bates did
• My old man in the past, stuck me up without a mask
• Then his ass cold dashed with my cash fast
• Fifty G's is what the creep stole; so the next day
• Knocked on his door and shot his granny through the peephole
• That's the type of shit I'm on, word is bond
• Got it goin on, from the break of dawns to the early morn'
• You know my style I'm wild, comin straight out of Cali pal
• It's TRC, the motherfucking problem child