CHALLENGER'S RAP

• At the begining, I thought you was quite tough with some bars to spit,
• but it's all show off to hide some weakness that's kinda deep,
• plus you got shitty taste when you pick a beat,
• no shit, your headphones are donuts, so your sound is what you eat?
• that means you eat shit, you disgusting gobshite,
• you remind me of a fat dyke, relax I'm for the gays' right,
• especially when this one is down to write but afraid to record,
• God gave you gangstas' wit, but not the voice, kinda backhanded reward,
• for what? Having the gift to tell tales with spelling mistakes?
• Fucking illiterate, drop the mic, pick up a pen, and review your texts,
• before some frenchman spits venom at them, got infective words to display,
• when the princess finds the frog, she kisses it the french way,
• tongue right down the throat while it's turning,
• as polyvalent as autotuning, that's the way I'm balling,
• catch me in my Renault bumping Horseshoe Gang, Anti-trap,
• cause I'm anti-crappy rap, got a knack to identify scrap,
• so get out your crumbling flat and go back to some junkyard in Detroit,
• cause you ain't no G, just a fake-ass gangbanger daddy's boy!
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