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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Cause now you got me hopped up on thatNow you got me hopped up on thatAs deep as dawson's creek and shitI'm back on my sixty six six shitAnd dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shitGet the zippo and spark the shitAnd get a hall pass for this class-act shitThe shit is so bare, my diary isn't hidYou, you, you have to pay for thatNo less profit, themed when we drop shitConvertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops splitI was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck thatLike how the fuck did we miss this kid's shitSnappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shitTyler the creator invented some new shitIf i give a fuck, it's probably from my dickShit i represent is killin' niggas and shitAnother love song about shitShe's cute but her forehead's bigYou're very attractive, and notice thatCause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to getYou're a divorced slut and you can't suck dickYou dropped outta college, you can't pay shitAll these little dreams you got, they're not shitActions speak louder than words, let me try this shitAll you wanna do is get that stickIn that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shitAnd i be with p, so i got bbc shitMe and you just need to talk a bitI'm always dressed up but i never slack shitI bet they thought they'd never see a big gone goodNever give my heart to hoes that want my play shitGotti here, i’m in this shitCalled that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all thatIt’s no days off, you ain't doing shitNow my eyes chinese, keep the loud litWith a home girl, best friend, lover, all thatEx-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all thatShout out chrissy, rozay and all thatAnd that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em goodJust take them clothes off oh look you got your hair didYeah, they all convinced but all for shitAnd i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect thatAnd my vision isn't set on the money i getBut that's a shitty accent you should've figured thatSo far you nasty, ff-fuck you call thatNow say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shitFuck it turn my mic up a lil bitBulletproof vest won't protect shitThen play you all my latest shitSo, i’m on some 40 days and night shitHolla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shitWeed’s played out, they on that pill shitYa’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shitFame is a drug i knew that before jay said thatSo if they better than the kidNew soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hitP.s eh i ain't trying to nit pickY’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with thatY’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bitAnd tired of his shit and tries to just splitHo's, got a list, but i gotta pickLiving out of a homeless shitStepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shitSmile on my face got me feeling like the shitIt ain't my place to say and i hear all thatI know the world been waiting for thatThe real muscle in the message of thatOr you can do better on some hate shitI got two whole tears in a bucketY'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shitA cold beast, nigga i'm the shitY'all riddles don't tickle a bitY'all similes is literal shitI ride by bumping shine, i do just thatMe, wale, so hard - as shitNo famous name vouch and i'm still the shitI'll never be retro like a cool kidWith only two songs, look at what i didFistful of wood, twisted for the goodPlatinum and gold, you gots to love thatWit my kin that i came in witI work hard for everything i getWale, you must know im on my stuntin shitUh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bitOr never say never though i admitGuess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shitAnd tell them bitches we real niggas is bout thatA good head on her shoulders, i need to feel thatDouble m-g not to mention we got thatDon’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shitWhen they feel safe on some bitch shitHoes blow for me, i maestro, shitThat white whip sit like a slight wrist slitWe g
DEFENDER'S RAP
- first of all i'ma take out your name, because this rap game ain't gonna give you no fame, for being
- secret homie,
- your ass is like a one show pony, or a one hit wonder, begs the question
- do i really need to give you this attention?
- next i'ma take a look at your rap, and to me it's like your talking about the same crap. you spit
- out your ass which is why you're talking shit,
- theonelegit is gonna hit hard enough to have you
- slit your wrists. hints, why i need a knife because your cut off,
- like a circumcision or eradication meets the
- qualification to cause suffercation to your gratification,
- while this song turns you on, your probally causing cancer with your
- masturbation,
- now i'ma look deeper, to flip the script on...wait a minute, you thought
- you were in it to win it, it's so swell, on everybody else on the song
- lose yourself because you lost yourself in the world of imaginary
- trying to outbattle some one with legendary talent, hints your rap
- ain't even a diss, don't get me wrong, you got the idea, but then
- you lose it, to someone who out thought you devoted to being emerged,
- so grab a napkin homie, you just got served.