CHALLENGER'S RAP

• If I was a shooter, than I'd pull up where you sleep
• And you'd make the news, I woulda killed you on camera too, you bitch
• For the fame these niggas change over, they switch up lanes like its range rover
• You tryna' diss me yeah it's game over, I woulda slapped you if you came closer
• Or if I had a damn draco than I woulda clapped you, and smacked you, Ion play dice or play poker
• Ion play chess or checkers, your bitch I neck her, she screaming louder than when they say yuh dexter
• I peck her, than we made out I took her to the bed and fucked her, with my dick I inject her
• This ain't no joke, and I ain't joker
• I could roast really good, yeah Imma great roaster, eat you like a grain toaster
• You know I'm better than you, ain't nothin' to debate over
• And I ain't in no military, but I'mma great soldier with great composure
• Got the world on my shoulders, goin' brazy like a blood, but I ain't that or loc, cuz
• I got a line of niggas to battle next, lemme write down they names and create folders
• Of who Imma destroy, and I'll leave these niggas paranoid with a dead rap career
• Imma let the wins prove it, on each bar I came colder
• These niggas keep gettin' they chains golder, but they won't take it with them to afterlife, they fake and they got fake bitches, bitch made bitches
• Don't view the world as black and white, I'm not scared of death, I'm scared of afterlife
• And I'm 5'9 and I bet this dude is like 4'3
• Unfortunately that's too short for me, but I'll still kill you, cause' I got no remorse you see
• You diss me, I'll make you a shadow of your old self
• I'm just in for the money, I want all the gold, wealth
• My pullout game and my rap game is way better, beat these niggas like mayweather
• And I ain't gotta prove myself cause' I already proved myself, I'm on a great level
• A way better one, and I'll draw a dick on your grave, than I'll kill you and walk off in my plain sweater
• Your bitch come to me butt naked, that's her dress code, and it ain't GTA V but she singin' spanish songs like fresco
• And I'm so ghetto, every nigga back in my hood ballin' like they Melo'
• I'd rather be the man with the gun tthan the man with the hands
• I just want a couple bands hangin' out my pants
• Lil' fellow, I'll piss on your face and make you look yellow
• And I got the smarts, I could top the charts, I watched you like a father watchin' his only child
• I used to cry on my bed in lonely nights, at lonely times, and I was mislead in life
• But I felt like my homies right, I had to go and make it out, so I did, and now I'll make this count
• Ain't nothin' to debate out, I came from them trenches, and that's all me, sum' to think about
• Got me thinkin' out the zone, givin' you these nostagalic feelings with my crazy bars
• I'll paint a picture in your head like I'm picasso, I'm insanely hard
• Now you wanna go against me, this shit don't offend me, you gonna die
• I want gucci belts and products like fendi, for my birthday send me (some)
• I'm goin' wild like an animal, I'll leave you lookin' like a homicide
• Lookin' like you got gunned down on a drive by, or ran over walkin' on the side
• And if anybody ask me bout the murder, I'll say it was just a suicide
• You and I, both know it ain't true, but Imma lie and it's due tonight, nigga goodbye
• And when I fuck your bitch I'll do it right, she gon' beg for more, than we gon' do it twice
• And her body I'll do at night, and if you ask me for who I am? My answer is yeah who am I?
• Oh yeah right, your baby momma's baby daddy