CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Put down that can of gin. You’re less than half the man I’ve been.
• Reduce fractions with damning rhymes. Blow your mind and make you land a flip.
• You need to stand in line. You’re not the first failure to plan a hit.
• You’re a standard ant who can’t get mentions on channel 6
• Before you wrote your verse, you should’ve made your will and testament
• This bloodbath is half full but I’m still a pessimist
• Since men’ll get it in their heads that they can try messing with
• The exquisite sinner who finds killing to be requisite
• Your entire armory can’t compare to one shot from me
• I release impossibly hard bars in response to mockeries
• Continue taunting me. Only my conscience is stopping me
• From dropping atomic bombs and plotting a new property
• My writing process is like that of a prophet’s
• It’s blasphemy when you jot it, this pastor’ll speak demonic
• And banish your parish to the abyss. You wanted it,
• You got it. I’m no joke, but you blow smoke like the chronic.