CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I guess I'll play, a game, that's made, to test how great, are my innate, skills to just rape, these I'll ass tapes, while bitches wait, to listen to drake, and all I can say, is I rap in a way, that lets me make, new rhymes that may, just make me insane, as mental beats play, in my mind as I lay, and again when I wake, as I rap through the day, and I wish I could take, a good break from the game, but my insane brain, just needs something to say, so it rhymes time away, as sublime thoughts make, me shake but this page, shows my rage might just pay, off one day, which I guess is ok, as it sounds pretty great, to  stay home and away, from the frey, of normalities grace, as deaths increase yet they say, “It’s all ok, just sit and pray, and turn your face, from the dismay,” but still they're late, to fill the plates, of the Ill as they chill and eat steak, and with gourmet meals it's displayed, that this world they made, supports the lame, and distortes the brave, as brains are washed to “save” the next age, for they, don't care today, and what I say, might scare you away, but the truth has been made, with the proof of this page, I’m a lyrical mage, not sure if you payed mind to the way, that I made, this whole song with, one sentence after some bong rips I played, with the same, rhyme this whole time, so I may just be great, should I end this or make, an entire mix tape, rhyming things with say, like shake, quake, grape, stake, When can I rake, in these dollars, but I ain't, a good rapper ok, Im a key tapper so ill say, if anybody needs a ghost writer, shoot a message my way :)