CHALLENGER'S RAP

• im writing these lines in a straitjacket/
• gonna bury your rhymes in a chained casket/
• your thinking will be he's from a strange planet/
• try to get into my mind but its made of granite/
• so if your ready to go lets give em a good show/
• here's just a few things first I think you should know/
• my lyrics will infect your body and you'll need Chemo/
• breaking you down its a art hang ya on my wall like a Picasso/
• and if you think your a bit quicker ill already pulled the trigger/
• so call someone better tell em your gonna be late for dinner/
• because your starring in the cold eyes of a battle killer/
• the spoils of war always belong to the eventual victor/
• I hope you didn't sell your soul for riches that's for weak bitches/
• yo I spit grief with heat I control how i flick my own switches/
• we are miles apart your lyrics cant be fixed with stitches/
• so go back to the drawing board correct your shit it has glitches/
• don't get this game twisted its all about being wickedly verbal/
• saying things that are hurtful and that's where I'm the general/
• I'm spitting heat seeking rhymes and your body's thermal/
• be thankful I wasn't brutal It could of been your own funeral/
• I want this something you dream about scream in terror about
• see my name on the battle list and feed into your self doubt/
• and knowing ya lost the shootout and got knocked the fuck out/
• so take a timeout and pullout see my name take different Route/