CHALLENGER'S RAP

• This is an instant classic and you can call it classist
• cause it's the elitest shit you've heard it's like word magic.
• Call me Magic Mike and put me in a nudie pageant.
• It's heating up and cooling down like a moody dragon.
• I'm traveling on a magic carpet with Steppenwolf and Aladdin.
• I shout with unrelenting force, blowin' back these slackers braggin' about swaggin' and mackin 'and packin' daggers while they're laggin' at the back of the bandwagon 'cause they're actors
• I'll take them out to pasture, mow them over in a tractor, crack their backs and make their maxillae and zygomatic and lacrimal bones fracture
• Like a backwards chiropractor attemptin' rhinoplasty.
• Snatchin' souls and leavin' bodies behind as if it's the rapture at church and everyone has passed but the pastor
• You don't want to be on my mind when I'm at work on a piece 'cause I'm the master, bastard.
• My style's not just unique; it's Mo'Nique, ' cause it's phatter than what the other rappers blabber. It doesn't matter if they're faster.
• Wanna get to the scene of the crime faster? Follow my laughter. You don't have to turn your eyes past here to find the slasher.
• I'm the cat that's slathered in blood spatter and gray matter like the back of the passenger seat of the SS-100-X when Jack was sittin' next to Jacqueline and had his skull shattered and brain splattered in Dealey Plaza in Dallas, Texas