CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I go out to skin a bitch, make their innards go outwards
• simpletons, cowards, kill 'em all, it don't matter none
• I came to splatter 'um, won't stop until that is done
• jam some blades in, amputations now at maximum
• Slash 'em up, fashion 'em into fashionable jackets, uh
• ones with straps and such, sassy son of a cracker, huh?
• back it up, quit actin' tough, quit actin like that bat's enough
• track ya scent like a pack of dogs,
• smack a broad? I'd rather not
• I'd rather stab ya in the back with a cattle prod
• repeatedly, scream at me 'til the crack of dawn,
• ravage ya with a weed-whacker, spray some Mace,
• can't take me face-to-face if I hack it off
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• maybe I'm slackin', get off my back fast, I'm jackin' off
• as I battle y'all, bastards droppin' fast as all... hell,
• I smell the devil's presence, smells like Tabasco sauce
• A little lesson in oppression, guess I left ya rather cross
• when I stopped making happy songs,
• the ones that never lasted long,
• that made you laugh or think happy thoughts
• got a lack of things to look back upon
• ey