CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Belladere You don deserve the First Place
• A spit flames leave you with a Torched Face
• Within ashes under a Torched Base
• When the Ghost Trace you vanish like a Cold Case
• With your Torn Frame inside an Old Vase
• have you laid proper like you Verse An Ace
• Your Verse is a Waste, mines hazardous turning yo Bones to Paste
• You struggle to keep up in the Race moving at a Slower Pace
• Your logic is as high as that of Drunken Apes
• Inside the Worse $ Cage you Proven Fakes get twisted into a Dozen Shapes
• Cant see me where the Omen Awaits
• With Legions of demons Storming the Gates
• You are good but Am not Adoring your Traits
• In this ritual you are just with the Sorcerer Baits
• A spit syllables that rip physicals then show the Murderous Tapes
• To those Whores in Place actually Conducting the Raids
• Your lines are fruitier than A Crowd of Gays Ordering Shakes
• You dont have what it takes to Conquer the Greys
• A got you Working like Slaves till you Learn to Behave
• You ungratefull faggot always Lost in a Rave
• These bars lock your heart till its Open like Safe
• You known nothing of Glorious art you Annoying Chafe
• A perform like Laborious ants your obnoxious rants vanish Without A Trace
• You dont worship the Lord I Praise
• Youll understand when your Soul in Chains is supernaturally lift from the Ground and Raise
• And connect with Aliens Astray beyond the Clouds with Angels that Astound, Amaze
• The ones that invoke the Goats drinking from the Bloody Grail
• Swarm of servitors in oat ready to Storm with Flames and have them Coldly Impaled in the tip of Sword and Blades
• The Lion of Judah respire heat to Burn your Braids
• A malevolent behemoth shackled spreading Moldy Plagues
• You better clean shop and Close the Shades, Your style is like Clothes that Fades
• After ever wash with Cancerous Chemicals, Swing hammers and Flatten your Genitals
• To protect yourself from tgis youll need more than a 10 man possi including firemen and Remarkable Medicals
• Able to bring back Someone Back from the Dead, Cant fine myself already Gone in the Head
• Came to over drive but you get Trampled Instead, There is no need to Unravel the Lead
• You get charged anonymousely by the head involving a Narc and a Fed
• Am reversing everything False that you Said, See me like that day infront of your Father and Beg
• The malls that spiral leave your skull plates Cracked like a Keg
• All treat you the same way and come Back like A Meg
• In this battlefield you get Marked like a Peg while A siphon all that Plasma you Bled
• Like immortal Dracula Meditaing in Silent
• Steal from Poseidon then begin to Scrape you insides with the Glaze of a Trident
• You better Prepare to be Violent caz its gonna be you persued when we Hearing the Siren
• Clumpsy wanker stick to Playing the Violin, The tacticts A use are guaranteed to Slay the Reighning Tyrant
• The raps laid Encarcerate and Lacerate the Giant this Wierd Defiant is no match for the Sacred Titan
• If these verses represented drugs mines would be the White One
• Unfollowed due to not having the Light Plan, You dont have what it takes to be Right Hand
• When the Blunt Spade infiltrate to Smight Gland ripping every Fine Strand
• Explode your whole team in a Crime Van, the speech burn you like a Slight Tan
• You Unbright Fan All cook your carcass in a Frying Pan
• Store you in a Sausage Can messing with the Savage Clan
• You got men behind you like an Average Tran, You end up being a Classin Stan
• Thrown in a River while the Grousest Creature Gubble your Liver
• You uses mass marketing tactics you Unworthy Vote Receiver
• Using them like a Board or Pillar, You are no match for the Corky Sinner
• You Fishy Minister calm you down with a Fidget Spinner
• In the world of poets a Midgeot Thinker left behind by the Quickest Sprinter
• Up against the Vicious Winner freeze your soul with a verse like It is Winter