CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I'm going to use metaphysical energy/
• and bring you in on a lyrically hate filled journey/
• ill rip it put ya stitches I always spit with this viciousness/
• it wont be painless nor harmless just plain old fucking ruthless/
• a 187is happening on stage mic up your ass rapping like I pass gas/
• in battles I'm on a warpath it'll be bloodbath my lyrics created from a black mass/
• your raps wont die by atrophy, but in a massive massacre by the master strategist/
• its won by the sickest of the sick and the fittest of the fit and by someone who needs a phycologist/
• so up your vocabulary and strategy if you want to be someone Worthy/
• cuase right now your unworthy no chance of victory you have better odds of hitting the lottery/
• My tactics are rap gymnastics doing backflips stretching hamstrings like elastic/
• my lyric calculations are so mathematically accurate your raps sound like static/
• so dont act like B-Rabbit in this bitch spitting' with a self-diss to dismiss shit thinking it's all good/
• I'll hit you with six fists like you did to your sis, light up some gasoline and burn you like raw wood/
• All enemies who enter steadily rendered helpless by me being simply centered mentally/
• I write lyrics with energy venting when I kick it with more legs than a centipede readily/