CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Ok, I'm WicKid, the kid that strips your bitches,
• competition's nonexistent, and my spit is truly vicious,
• If you're with it put your chips in,
• just remember to stay distant,
• the bombs I drop are hot and the fallout is intermittent
• I insist, just try to spit twit, and I'll bludger you like Quidditch,
• then I'll grab that golden Snitch like Harry Potter on his Nimbus
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• Don't trip kids,
• My flow could fill syringes,
• and then inject into heroin addicts with no ambitions
• and change their fuckin' lives like Oprah Winfrey on a mission
• cause the shit I spit changes lives like JFK when he was livin'.
• Yeah, that was vivid and a little bit explicit
• Like the shit your mom does when she decides to come and visit,
• which is pretty often, and I think she just likes to get it,
• so I give it to her with no expenses, just golden tickets
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• You're winning? No, you must be kidding,
• cause the flow's just getting frosty and brain freeze is just beginning,
• My influence spreading slowly and slowly the clock starts ticking,
• tick-tock-tick it's just your own grave that your digging,
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• So lay down in it, I'm gonna bury you alive,
• Like Kill Bill, except I'll make sure that you don't survive
• And when the cops arrive, like flies to dead mice,
• I'll kill them too, with my AK and my loaded nine.