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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I hear you talkin' shit, bro you think you're the heat
- Please bow down to defeat you're barely mince meat
- Stop with the street talk, and start to do the street, walk
- Lock yourself in and tell me this, how you gonna battle with this sick shit that I spit bitch
- See you still flappin' your jaws, prepare to be thrown in the ocean
- In the middle with jaws
- Or prefer to be served and severed with claws, knock on the doors Of absolute death you may
- But please be ready for the automatic failures you may make
- So take this and wait for another dismembering, remembering
- The tethering of your dream and how it was minced to pieces
- Believe in yourself please, to save you now you'll be needin'
- Help from Jesus
- You think I'm copy, pastin' please, tell me how you're actin' up
- Better be quite or Imma bout to bitch smack your mouth shut
- For good, yeah man talk the hood talk better go back and walk the hood walk you ain't had the taste of a real G
- Get back down to your level and prepare to be beat
- Writin' on your sheet, like you're deep please bitch your weak
- You ain't on my level or a level at all, take a vacation
- Up the damn wall and fall
- Humpty Dumpty, I must be rusty but you better knock the shit Down if you goin' against me
- I'm hard to beat, you're hardly cheese compared to these beats And this emcee
- You ready, alright, so come on down, I bet you to do it
- Let's see if you got the balls or if you're just truant
- To me, yeah let's keep an eye, on your ass as the heat intensifies
- Talk to me in a smart tone, prepare to meet your demise
- Throw you, a hundred million miles is what im finna do
- Call me Son Goku
- I already told you, what I'm gonna do, finna plow through
- Yeah man try to tackle a topic more intense then mine
- I always rap from the heart, make the fake rappers sigh
- But I really really don't give at all a flying fuck
- My chance of making this shit is the same as seein' a flyin' truck
- Or it could all depend on some serious luck
- Maybe I'll release a track that is heard my millions
- Make it big and to the top and make billions
- But that's a dream for another day, I'm here to take you down
- Don't care what you say
- Freestylin' this rap shit to the grave
- Rap battlin' bitches in my spare time for loose change
- Please, all of you fake ass rappers are plan
- Make like like a plane and take the next trip away
- Far away, from here I don't need to here your shit anymore
- I'm tired of it now, next place to be, will be a fuckin' morgue
- But let me just let you all know this, I'm sick of it, all of it
- So listen next time I write another track
- Listen to the facts I spit, and find it through my old wack rap crap
- I know I've said some shit, that know I demise
- But just look at my own and, your own life
- But this time, through my eyes
- I got a couple little bitches that need a little call out
- But I'll reside, got more and more, don't get me wrong
- Now get the fuck back home and call your mom
- Continue to rap please, just leave me alone
- I'm done hearing wack disses like this
- I'm sick of this, listening to this petty as shit
- Bitch
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Well, I'm heading down a southern trail, I'm going chicken huntin'
- Chopping redneck chicken necks I ain't saying nothing
- To the hillbilly stuck my barrel in his eye
- Boomshacka boomshacka hair jumps in the sky
- Why I never liked chicken pot pie?
- Or the chopped chicken on rye?
- So tell Mr. Billy Bob I'm a cut his neck up
- Slice, poke, chop chop, stab, cut
- What can you do with the drunken hillbilly
- Cut his fucking eyes out and feed em to his Aunt Milly
- Willy Willy chicken neck, chicken hunting gotta love it
- Hit him with the twelve gauge bucket, chicken nuggets
- Laid out all over the grass
- Then his little hound dog will eat em up fast
- Last as long as you can my man
- 'cause when that chicken head hits the fan, you got
- Blood guts fingers and toes (3x)
- Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
- Who's going chicken huntin, we's goin' chicken huntin' (3x)
- Cut a motherfucking chicken up, right!
- Let me get a chicken sandwich with manwich
- I'm finna wreck on a chicken neck
- Chopping up Hilly and Billy Bob Billy
- 'cause I chop motherfucking redneck silly
- Peeked in his yard and what did I see
- I seen a chicken boy fucking a sheep
- I say "Mister Mister, what the fuck you trying to do"
- Ah, Billy Billy Boo
- Barrels in your mouth, bullets to your head
- The back of your neck's all over the shed
- Boomshacka boom chop chop bang
- I'm 2 Dope and it ain't no thang
- To cut a chicken, trigger's clickin
- Blow off his head but his feet still kickin
- Last as long as you can my man
- 'cause when that chicken head hits the fan you got
- Blood guts fingers and toes (3x)
- Sittin front row at the chicken show so...
- Went to Kentucky, I got lucky
- Met this hot-collared bitch named Bucky
- Riding on a chicken, milking a cow
- Hittin switches in a drop top low ride tractor plow
- Redneck fella, moonshine sella
- Hang him by his neckbones, chicken bones
- Locked in the cellar, yellow belly chicken plucker
- You redneck fucker!