CHALLENGER'S RAP

• NE's McGregor; painting the rainbow grey,
• Mayweather-haymakers to KO, OK.
• Undertake, I piledrive bodies to bags or tombstones,
• or cremate ya to ash with some raw skin; so you're smoked.
• with one breath, I'm still king; heir to the throne,
• execution's only way you'll be ahead, and y'know,
• I'll cut off your crown cuz I'm tearing your skull,
• they can catch me in their ends with a pen full'a gold.
• I made a way with the sound just for breaking you down,
• a rock-solid stone-cold structure made from the doubt,
• ya portray is as a baser with nowt but I’m paving it out
• you knew I'm like a castle; the name of the town.
• but you’re in another place, your jaw’s on another planet,
• son, I commit like a star, I’ve had enough, I plan it,
• so I'll get to the moon, on some dark matter shit,
• see I’m riding the wave, the tide's turning on ya, bitch.
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• a main antagonist with some spacker raps and bars,
• you'll get left with a hook just like Abu Hamza’s arm,
• you see I'm the only one who really has reason,
• making punches, hot-boxing like a winning-champion,
• I’ll adopt the hockey-mask until the screaming fills,
• my ear-holes meanwhile you're only hearing chills,
• so much rage and hatred for the bastard boy,
• not me fault I’m mostly off me face like Castor Troy,
• can’t cure this animal, I’m the sickest yet,
• I’m just this lil lone wolf that would kill a vet,
• I'll have ice to ship like I sunk the titanic,
• created a black-hole in the scene; I ripped the canvas,
• and put real paint in the picture, but I'm an artist,
• I was born to be one - first of all, I'm just hoping,
• these lines'll connect like I’m packing some dope,
• it's just diss ability like you spackers at home.