CHALLENGER'S RAP

• His shots are more empty than Machine Gun Kelly's Draco, this teen punk's edgy demeanor says he he's an elite OG...but LMAO
• You can try putting your money where your mouth is but not even Angelic payrolls could help reveal that wealthy cake-hole
• Bitch I'm on a roll like Shakira's belly, your fuckin' bars are more filtered than ya teal green selfie
• And I ain't here to steal ya self-proclaimed throne, I'm already kinging with the pen see - it's no longer an ego when it's made known.
• High-class? Nothing. You's the whitemanTondux, your hype-man's bluffin'
• 'Cause if you see the belt that Hank holds thinkin' you're gonna take it, then you have a real unhealthy brain bro...
• Your alias ain't within range of an actual spitter, me? I have a lyrically iller history while the only thing underneath your belt is waist bone
• Any topic, theme, style, material - our discographies are not near, not even approximately
• Dedicated with the hardest archives. You're not a God, you're my martyred archetype
• I'm the Bragi incarnate aren't I? Thoth is my dark side, artist with a sharp mind 'cause my Narcissus garland's barbwire
• You can harness some hard lines but I'd still argue they aren't tight
• Treat this like a martial arts fight, when you slip a disc I doubt it's a Marley Marl vinyl
• A bar for bar try-hard, it's NEITHER HERE NOR THERE but neither is your heart for Pharcyde
• Every battle you disregard Marv Won, 'cause like this punchline with this rhyme scheme there's no R in homicide
• The Holy Grail of linguists. You brought only failed predictions, I flocked corriedales in this
• Mutilator, who's Omega, you're finally ready for smoke 2 months later? Put blind mode on but I don't read Braille, what is this?
• Only way you'll win thi- Nah you're getting chokeslammed thru a folding table, nibba
• This is meshing logomancy with theomania - Gawdspeed, I'm athiest.
• It's obvious I'm more of a challenge than it is to get a gothic chick baptized, or skimmers when they're spotting my slant rhymes
• Hurting my feelings is like throwing Molotovs in a campfire
• I'll punch you in the throat so hard you'll vomit your sausage from last July like it respawned out of lag time
• Avant Garde! Read that again knowing I talk like a vampire, "I vant God"
• Not a tagline. My elements are earth-wind-fire, start applying work for hire at the nearest Perkins diner
• Because guess what motherfucker? You WERE a "writer"
• And after this you'll be so backwards like that's exactly how you misspelled the word "retire."