CHALLENGER'S RAP

• ain't no battler, got hatred in every matter,
• in an evil mannor, I write songs,
• bitch im like kong king of this shit for so long
• fucking piece of shit you’re retarded son
• talentless bars to lure women in your Tardis bruv
• and you can’t even mu-fucking harvest bruv
• so what do we expect?
• A layabout mumble rapper seeking quickest cheque
• sportsmanship on deck I’m coming for ya neck
• really hope ya know
• we don’t play with sticks and stones
• I’ll come break ya bones and leave bruises,
• yeah like Chris Brown beat down on hoes in a cruise
• step to me and you will lose
• that’s self harm, may aswell cut your own arm
• fucking bleed bitch go call for help
• cause my rhymes peak you gonna go to hell
• shot your own foot when you stepped to me
• I took ya damn breath on the first bar I set
• so spastic sit the fuck down or that’s ya neck
• dump ya body in a swamp
• won’t find ur fucking head.
• and now It’s war,
• corpses on the floor
• bloodshed puddled in gaps of the floorboards,
• and many dropped dead,
• eye sockets emptied out,
• next to decapitated all died in one pounce
• best believe I was pissed and agitated,
• never exaggerated
• grabbed two machetes and cut rectangles
• like sandwiches
• and their life evaporated,
• sedated then validated time of death
• destined to die like each one of us be
• I tore every fucking limb and intestine out of he
• cooked his meat, left the rest of the flesh for vultures to eat