CHALLENGER'S RAP

• 20 benzodiazepine, a group of barbiturates, and Jack in hand
• Got a capsulet of kalonipin, kick back another ativan, better known as lorazepam
• Cup of coffee with my valium, dissociative identity, so I guess that means I'm only half the man
• The other half's attack is scarier than facing losing his hockey mask
• Cracked the track into halves putting the fire on your donkey ass
• Better get back when I rap more lethal than the Nagasaki blast
• Chop you up so that when I'm done you won't even need a full body cask
• ET, that's we, extraterrestrial God entities
• sweet weed that green roll up another herbal remedy
• Believe that we were built with unique neuro chemistry
• Repeat this treat my thoughts would have to die for there to be an end to me
• But the ending is pending, I'm sending regards
• to the rappers above me considered as gods
• and to those who don't think I respect them at all
• it's not that I'm just making my way to the top
• I ain't ate right in two months,
• I can't sleep and my minds all screwed up.
• I think about death so much, I'd probably look down at the gun,
• turn it around, and fucking shoot up.
• I'm brain dead, paralyzed, a vegetable,
• Aids fed, terminally ill, terrifying, a spectacle
• With 9 or 8 tentacles, and three and a half testicles,
• and when it come to everyone else, I'm a little bit skeptical,
• cause you look like you belong in a garbage receptacle,
• I spit shit unacceptable, more than hardly respectable,
• armory of verbals, petrifyingly technical,
• electrifying, incredible,
• Bitch, these other rappers are edible
• I'm in a mind state, that would rape Norman Bates in the face,
• Put a Roman candle in his ass, light it, and get it all on tape
• Pour lighter fluid, pull a match, and make my escape,
• flying off with superman, hanging on to his cape
• I'm an ape, silverback beast, an animal
• When I start to dictate, I straight get tyrannical
• I eat these other rappers, you could probably call me a cannibal
• Bitch I'm blowing strong on that dank, you could call me botanical
• Lifted, elevator, dimension mediator, the greater,
• filament creator, willing to cater, to the fading,
• penetrating, but escaping, while it feels like the heavens are
• almost waiting To be greeting, and meeting us,
• but the writings decieving us, for our souls they are gold,
• Lucy she's leading us
• Streaming us, beaming us, seamlessly, keeping it peacefully blissful,
• peeking at me, through the stars and the skys
• and the trees, like a whisper in the leaves,
• and the breeze, as she sings and she screams,
• in the things that I see,
• Dropping off, tumble, stop, then you laugh at God,
• and climb to the top, in all their minds, you might've died,
• for having tied that "devil's knot", trapped in Lucy's snare,
• I stare and stare, and I don't care, I could be
• anywhere, I'm still everywhere,
• where I'm at, and where you are,
• don't even start, there's no need it's not fair to compare.