CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I'm stripping skin cells with a dripping pin-
• Hell raised, felt days melt away when dealt phrase.
• You've met Bates. Now meet his best blades.
• Forget race, my shots got you lot in blackface.
• It's a sack race and you're in half a tacky plastic bag
• Your mask is tragic, and trust me this ending will be sad.
• You lack grace, in fact static's a habit for wack fags.
• Like Baghdad, I stab dads, unpack mags through RapPad
• I'm a little over the top like Florida's coastlines
• After Irma stirred up a storm like bitches who host wine
• Now I'll post mine, flooding your ghost rhymes.
• Weird- most mimes don't talk back so don't try.
• This band of fire's from the hitman for hire.
• You dicks can't acquire what hip fans admire.
• I'm ill, so I cough in your coffin. I won't soften
• I'm often off in caution walkin
• You're just a common office cock bitch. I scoff at bosses.
• I thwack wack rappers for profit, so stop it.