CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I make a few changes, my lines knock your rhymes off the hinges. Off the
• brain is where my lines train, and it's coming at you like a god damn freight
• train. To get stronger and the will to last longer, my pathos grows with all
• this emotion, but all you spit out is a bunch of commotion. This act of notion
• is beyond your comprehension, so leave it to me to win, because your rap
• is out of the question. coming at me like this, look at your hall pass it says
• "there is a gat pointed at your ass." forget your raps that's the past, try to
• catch up, because my lyrics are coming fast. your brain tumor made you
• even stupider, that is why you have no future. I dis N.W.A. even there
• straight outta compton, I will even cut there rhymes off like there heads
• when there jogin. get on the computer and log in, because to me your as
• little as a hit as Kenny Loggins. Hey Arnold, Your favorite t.v. show, or
• should I say Burt Renalds. This pen needs a pad and paper, this crap is
• getting heavier, yo need me to put my boots on? because my dope ass
• shit is deeper, coming to kill you like the mother fucking grim reaper, don't
• battle me, you have a better chance preaching to the coir. Forget this crap,
• yo, your bitter, i'm gonna bite your style just to make it fresher.