CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Keep that shit on Twitter, yall aint lit yall litter
• Keep that shit in your shitter, or eat that shit, don't spit up, rrr!
• Keep my bad bitch did up, keep my main bitch put up
• Watchin' me do push-ups, Jusy was playin' with herself and I looked up, damn
• Your thot need to get her look up, uh, You're plottin' on me, my foot up, uh
• Your squad ain't hard, that's cushion, uh, That ain't sauce, that's puddin', uh
• Rebel across her bosom, damn, Shootin' up the jurors, damn
• Don't name my pistol, I named the trigger, Benjamin Button, push him, bam!
• Y'all just pussy, get buried together and let 'em play footsie
• Y'all just wussy, I got some bullies gon' pull up in hoodies
• And come take a look-see, better play hooky
• I got some hookers hookin' up with politicans, And some athletes, and some college niggas
• Send your missus on all kind of missions, I'm the sickest nigga skippin' doctors visits
• But my pots is pissy, smokin' hockey sticky, Put a stockin' on my face and hit a lick and
• When the shit get ugly, I go Pretty Ricky, I don't fuck with rats, neither Minnie, Micky
• I don't fuck with cops, that's the piggly-wiggly, Fuck my bitch's friends, and they friendly-friendly
• While your bitch givin' me her twenty-twenty, Like she tired of Mickey-D's, Wendy's, Denny's
• Like she tired of Macy's, JC Penney's, I got bitches gettin' tired of spendin', spend it, If we winnin', win it
• I know dreamchasers that ain't never dreamt it
• So I had to tint it and I had to rim it, And I worked the lanes like Shaq and Penny
• It's the Blood gang, it's the money gang, Red rags to riches, need happy endings
• Then it's back to bidness, and we laugh at sentencin', Hungry lawyers make a snack out witnesses
• Hungry artists or starvin' artists, In the kitchen, restaurant, and cafeterias
• Don't make a difference if you taste the difference, Better pay the difference to the racketeers
• Now your good luck lookin' like you crackin' mirrors,Now the artificial become sacrificial
• That's a body count, where the mathematician? Where the wettest clitoris and fattest nipples
• With an ass that jiggle when i grab or tickle, With a throat deep enough to land a missile?
• If your nigga miss you and he have opinions, Tell him two cents is only half a nickel
• Now we at his villa aiming at his pillows, Hair triggers, fingers finna act like bristles
• And I catch a triple, flip, kick, jiu-jitsu, Throwin' pool parties, she don't have a swimsuit
• Neither of her friends do, I think that's official, Got my neighbor's eyes bigger than the Simpsons
• And her man is simple so I had to pimp her, And she had potential but he lacked credentials
• So give me a sec', I'll go at your neck, And send you back lookin' like the Dracula bit you, rrr!
• Yeah, cannibalism, goin' animalistic in a land of civilians
• These niggas clones, copycats, and chameleons
• Once they dead and gone, no paraphernalia, When she left her thong, that's paraphernalia
• Sound familiar? My plug's Sicilian, He the one who told me that sometimes
• You gotta leave your la familia behind the millions
• Rhyme or reason, I'm the reason, Got their eyes wide but too blind to see it
• With friends like those, It make me text all my enemies and tell 'em I don't need 'em
• Hallelujah, power intruders, Bitches walk around my house like Hooters
• Towel user, power user, Molly mixed with white girl, Molly/Susan
• Niggas talkin' out their bowel movers, Turn their homies into flower choosers
• Turn your kids into father choosers, Make your bitch a widow and your mom a cougar
• I'm a silent shooter with a silent shooter, Clap at you, if you don't die, I'll boo ya
• Tell a doc that's tryna save your life and runnin' wires through you, he could die next to ya,
• rrr! Ima make the nurse ride me like a giant scooter, Let her partner shoot it,
• we pull out the movie, Win awards, she got a Golden Globe head and an Oscar booty
• Niggas prostitutin' , These rappers ain't talkin' 'bout shit, not even 'bout pollution
• Ain't got a house to live in, ain't got a pool to swim in, Change in their pockets, nor a couch to lose it
• In route to Houston with a contribution
• Full of Monster juices, monster too slow
• Macho, Cujo, macho mucho, Big bad wolf, watch the moon glow, rrr!
• I got a Greek freak, she call me Antetokounmpo, Just follow the kupo, and I know that you know
• I'm hotter than soup, she still swallow my soup bowl
• I'm out of my loophole, you out of the loop though, Got all these niggas on silent and mute mode
• The power to do so, my pockets is sumo, Gettin' the mula by the minuto
• Mafia Nouveau, I am the uno, Real boss nigga, should model for Hugo
• Fuck with me, I go Lolapaloozo, Pull up, trigger finger, holler, and pull-o
• Pow-pow-pow, sound like a symphony, or opera, too-doh, Hittin' some new notes
• And I am the maestro, and you just a typo, A private flight, don't fly in too low
• I'm wiser than you know, a private school flow, I got me a new ho, and now it's a duo
• One went to college and one went to ju-co, I had to ask 'em, what's four plus two though? Rrr!