CHALLENGER'S RAP

• numb is whats accomplished in the thoughts of this particular individual competitor
• named mugshotz
• after the circular saw spinnin has stopped from a stalled engine and improvising a fix on the spot
• has lead into an electrical cord rendered asphyxia simplistically committed
• by twisting it into a snug knot
• and finish the job off with the literal definition of mug shot when I spray the gage of the AA12
• and fill his head full of reflected and ricochet'd bits of schrapanel bouncing off of the cerebellum
• within of the brain from the reticles aim of the buck shot
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• lyrical volcanic eruption demonstrating the level of which I belong to so incredibly far
• off in the distance of an asension you cant touch
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• like an astronaut re entering atmospherical layers dropped
• I incinerate all who approach but inside of this exoskeleton draped across
• the temperatures causing a hypothermically vented frost
• stinging this skin like a vat of caustic chemicals has been tossed
• but I absorb all of its fuckin toxins inside of myself at once
• and store it in vault till I re - emit on nemesis left with dead tissues necrotic
• delivered upon the wings of venomous yellowjackets ands wasps sent
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• and with such constantly risen amount of energy im exhausted
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• twist the knob of AC into the position of on and recline in calm setting
• like toppling jenga blocks in a fall laying back like a lawn chair
• and almost if it was the set of jaws my footsteps replace the
• sound of the drama related song
• in a combination with the blaire witch project whenever im attending events run
• cause I drop atomic sentences with toxic emission of met fog
• that eclipses your vision so much you end up walking in circles and venture back to whereever
• you start from
• the running aroud the competiton while yawning and seeing double from all of the fuking scotch
• bouncing up and down in my stomach from an overly large consumption
• why did I have to go to such and obscene length and increment this bottle in measure of mug shots?
• and still from within of intoxication im a sinister spawn directors edition un-cut
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• retinas are blood shot as I leverage the thunder and shock
• elements under command a blizzardous winter is next up
• temperature dip into the negative till your frozen up in spot
• like a snuff of still images of a slaughter this film caught
• nothing personal i'm just conducting this business a just cause
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• apocolyptic tongue thats cutting the oxygen from breath off
• and sending neurotoxically tip quill like a radio active effected hedgehog
• to adjust the position of any obstacles that are met up
• im strippin defenses with thermal signature senses of every missle launcher i send off
• pathetically crumble your infrastructure like a plethora of swat members accidentally
• interrupted a present hand off and make it a drug bust
• im cutting the jugular without even mulling it over before i've left sections of skin cut
• i've just gotta monsterous thing within me fillin me a compulsion to present a dead
• end to enemies to very same second they're known of
• almost as its a just a primal instinctive thing or a premonition inside of this head I go off of
• coercing me to corrupt with this beligerent lyrical nail gun in tether with spit bonesaws
• like i'm the most twisted and sick medical surgeon you've ever known of
• and with the detonator button within of depression the only subsequent thing youll be left to experience is when I blow up
• and like a pedulum with a sped up momentum upon a clock tickin its only a matter of minutes from when we've met until i've risen up the fog of this
• demolisions ascended smoke up
• leaving you in a desolate realm of a nightmarishly sent hex enveloping you within of its webs of a purgatory of which you're forever now shoved into alone stuck