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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- u -might be nice in sick written keys,-but im spittin divinity
- ill -slice u to rice bit little pieces, -cut to ribbons litterly
- u- wanna know why u'll -say"-u win" -while i smile in a -huge grin
- -come on bro like see the -rated -blue print no -denyal while -u think
- u -defeating me is -twice an oxy-moron
- ull -feel it in 3d -like a shock from thors palm
- ur as -real as tv in -life as a lost poor con
- im -beatin u ina easy -slice rappin lots more bombs
- this guys -styles like a -cartoonish talking thesauraus
- -spittin awkward -child -retard whos thought of as "forrest'
- -saw in trial- 2 you my -hard 2 year olds -cock's enoromous
- -thoughts in denyal- not seein me -choppin him like corn is
- ura -lost file -hororscope like -findin an orphans home
- your -saw asa -dial up -morse code and -im a cordless phone
- -all of ur complex -punch lines kinda bore me
- -always obvious like -some kind of childish storys
- u -come to minds when guys are sighing or snoring
- ur -moms whinin why didn't i have an abortion
- -u ghost write ur raps, -cuz truly u have had seen no life or past
- -u know im right at that,- but ur a fool actually hopeless type in fact
- and- hey -talk about sellin urself short,
- u -say ur -cost is a route likea celibate horror
- ur -drops arent -sellin more like -elvis's porn
- to -cops ur -tellin storys as a -felon in court
- -when -next ta me ur -just a freeze
- -and -genetically im -flexin sleeves
- ur -ILL text to read is -just a sneeze
- ur -still static, and -im the electricity
- i -will be rappin, and -rhymin expressively
- ur the -back of the line,-simply ready to leave
- im -past ur time, -in the progressive lead
- you can -say, your something out of the ordinary
- cuz ur -gay, and come in shoutin likea sort of ferry
- -and ur stupid, how dare you challenge me
- -when truly, ura coward scared of a spelling bee
- -im the men u c wit power to tare u up helplessly
- -i can bend and cruelly pound u compared to cuttin celery
- -see my spit dope thrown punch lines knock you out
- -each hit u over dose from one line talked froma mouth
- the -minute im saw about, ull -come from behind dodgin runnin out
- ur a -gimmick likea a sod house, -dumb desighns thought likea hungry mouse
- your -actually useless, like a -male boob is ina true spit
- im -attacking ruthless,-making u toothless like a goose is
- u -act likea moody chick, faking huge tits with a loose mit
- ur -raps likea movie skit, replayed foolish scripts stupid
- i -drop bombs on the mic, u -talk to ur mom in a fight
- im -hot as napalm ignights, ur -plots are a pond of ice
- ur -styles over complicated, in -trial wit no honest hatred
- ur like a -child so know ur placement, no -denyal i flow beyond ur greatness
- no- matter how u addn it,as a -rapper counted mathmatics
- im -past ur power like ur dad is, ur the -badder clown average tactics
- ur -played out like tag, -taking the gay route cuz ura fag
- u -say ur mouths got swag, -basically shoutin fuck in a bag
- -im a savage wild thrasher ,-leavin u -flappin wide gashes -like gigantic eyelashes
- -im the fantastic styled rapper,-reachin -past ur tides grasp in -writin titanic collide clashes
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Been scorned to nil with depression fostered, now Ortonville's the death of Grotberg
- A survivor of abortion pills, cigarettes, 'n lager; yeah I wasn't born 'til I met my author
- Now I'm Bjørn Tilla' the chess marauder, in this game, a chlorophyll injected monster
- See I'm just the doorsill threshold crosser, of adversity, misfortune builds the best of offers
- 'N before willin' to ever prosper just be aware that florals wilt if never watered
- The Lord fulfills, my heavenly Father...
- And of course I still excel in the roster, if I lose battles abhorrence will better me stronger
- But if kids like you did, on the floor spilt is poured milk... "He wept 'n hollered."
- I'll ignore until you're stressed 'n bothered as you come back with forceful thrills in incessantly faltered, bars
- My enormous skill level is honored as I'll be the next Lawrence Hill & Nettie Palmer
- These groundbreaking verses make y'all look trash all-throughout like a bore drill, I'm a peccary augur...
- And you pigs in a poke smell like pork 'n swill bitch I'm an attention hogger
- These 'lyricists' are run-of-the-mill, I'm untouchable like Jordy with brilliant catches from Rodgers
- You're over here making excuses like "I've got a torn Achilles tendon doctor."
- No anno's these bars go over your head as you're at the bottom of a quarry hill, from a helicopter
- Some bite my lyrics with tortoise bills, mega chompers as schnorrer civilians but I've fed the paupers...
- I can mentor the illest to academic scholars but I'd rather withhold the secret formula
- And achieve upper echelon being awarded millions of impressed applauders
- News broadcasters: "He's here," they seem frightened as if there's a horror film on the teleprompter
- I'll give you warm chills but don't sweat the froster, like Oreos in vanilla by Betty Crocker
- My whole persona is food for thought, like börek filled with lentils 'n lobster
- Or Orville Redenbacher popcorn grilled with insects, otters, hornbills, varicella zoster?
- Yeah I've got a fish-eating grin on the shore killin' the depths of water; albacore, krill, tench, 'n oscar
- The sport of gills 'n descendin' bobbers...
- Check out these metaphors 'n syllables, I'm Geoffrey Chaucer.