CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I stay attached to a raged monster inside.
• Been this way, since my brain, wondered from life.
• Flow gets hot then cold, then like lightning and thunder, it fries
• Your head, mind, sides, legs, and thighs. Only thing left, is a deep fried guy.
• And he can't seem to be recognized, let alone identified.
• Man i do more than bend your pride, crude lines send the fight.
• Straight your way, whether you're gay
• Or just like to stay, and stand next to guys.
• Your eyes will engrave, once they glance at the knife.
• You prance, but you remain pussy-fide, that's ight.
• You'll get a chance with this 9.
• Razor blades take away, the scars, where ya harmed your life.
• Maybe this mystic wicked pace, holds no space for the art of nice.
• I can do this all day, but i'm so fluent i lay bricks. Shit!
• This wall will have you behind bars for life.
• I start the hype, i stay in my basement, at the base of the way i lay this.
• No patience for the fake skins, you won't feel that face when you shape-shift.
• And While i make hits that connects to greatness; these letters... embrace it.
• In it like Tyson and Ali put together, built into one, then placed in the matrix
• Make you wobble like rubber guts, "all she wrote" novel with an uppercut.
• Spit pools around fools, class clowns, tools, get the goggles bruh.
• I'm the one with the sharp tongue, i admit, i didn't want to dis a queer.
• But i end rap careers, so fast magicians gasp, on how quick they disappear.