CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Monster..
• How should I feel?
• Creatures lie here,
• Looking through the window...
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• Caged within.
• That monster born out of original sin,
• "Wow what thick skin, to go out and brutally murder your own next of kin."
• A 1990's has been, his pale ass died from an overdose of Flintstones vitamins.
• His rhymes were more nutritional than a potato's skin,
• Now his lines are more toxic than human excrement heated up and tossed in the trash bin.
• He only wanted to change the world, He only wanted to make a scene.
• That dream swirled and twirled until he regurgitated venom, hurled straight into the underworld,
• Faced off with the devil's Armageddon, demons mean, green compiling out of a submarine and -
• Damn. What a life.
• Little Eric's hasn't been the same since his wife - Past
• to the Present, the Future to the next reality.
• Leaking unstable dreams -
• From sick brutality screams, it all isn't as fair as it seems.
• Spitting any kind of thing to make it up to the dream of the silver screen.
• When, 90% of us on this site will fumble and never make it big.
• Words easily crumble and promises snap like a twig.
• We all have a calling placed from that voice above.
• But how can you hear it when you're full of nothing but shallow love?
• Hate becomes the practice, and the practice becomes tainted.
• We then become a shaken generation of your canvas you painted.
• How can we express out our individuality when being one in the same is drilled into our mentality.
• We're all monsters who's rationality is only to live if it's allowed from our spirituality.
• We're not equal, we're just meat.
• Day after day taking a beating from Uncle Sam's feet