CHALLENGER'S RAP

• T9,D3, this blind bitch cant even see me,
• Be nice, See G, girls can see through your needy,
• begging face tomato paste laid to waste seedy,
• the only way your ever getting fucked, is after you snap like your cd's,
• your a broken soul, that came from a broken hole,
• your mother got destroyed bad through the rectum,
• so bad with a iron pole, pregnancy was not the goal,
• but a hole in the ass to vagina allowed you on the spectrum,
• and now your here, even gays call you queer,
• you cant even get man on man action,
• try to fight i strike like dynamite to steer,
• you off a cliff you v me is van damn kicking you out a van in traction,
• whats with the name t9, d3, even c3po aint jealous,
• you touch yourself to copper wire, fiddling with a vibrator overzealous
• you playing games its ez, gg, what you going to do please tell us,
• let me guess, your just a guest, im rap possessed, your lyrical spiritual you know 3 letters,
• you seem to like talking about sperm,
• dont you, you little brittle mouse worm,
• so this just tells us that you confirm,
• if you was in pulp fiction with a gimp, this shrimp wouldn't squirm,
• now i cant grant that wish warranted,
• or undo what mr lauren did,
• but i can tell you, your terrible at rap,
• and i dont see you getting any better prick,
• you got trash lyrics called accident,
• explaining and pertaining your birth,
• wow those are some cold facts he spent,
• a few lines talking and aiming to himself with no worth,
• you were born to die, im the grim reaper,
• watching you die is making me sad much deeper,
• lifes fucked up all the time i aint no teacher,
• your mum was born to be raped by a slob who beat her,
• beyond physical abuse, you chipped out all the tooth,
• in your mouth so you would be better at sucking,
• but heres the issue no excuse, what i can deduce,
• your the best at sucking what can make you worse? NOTHING,
• in 5 years you will be trash,
• in ten years you will be ash,
• in 7 years you will need cash,
• so you will be renting out your backside, to big black guys for a bash,
• i aint no psychic, but you aint fit for side kick,
• you just get a side kick, quite wide prick,
• your mums butt i'd hit, with a rope tied brick,
• from a pried slick, hatch in the prison then hide quick,
• girls call you a side chick, you dont get friend zoned,
• your their slave bitch, until their friends home,
• then in the end zone, you get a dead tone, of your mums head moan,
• when i read your lines i see a simpleton,
• a simple one, having little fun,
• your trying to rap to sound cool,
• but you've failed before you just begun,
• theres 23 thousand shit rappers,
• to every single one that put metaphors together,
• theres 23 thousand retards,
• who wont ever forever get any better for them selves never,
• news flash retard two words aint a bar, no,
• im flash this neeks barred from going far, though,
• heres a new gash weep scarred as this car, goes,
• get whip lash from your stripped ash, of lyrics, no substance or, cargo,
• why did i even bother, dissing this child,
• someone should be paying me, this written is wild,
• Twit-9 with 3-Dicks, sitting in his mouth,
• give up at rapping, it wont ever happen, unless being a clown is what your about.