CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I gotta big gun, long nose, elephant man./
• You gon' get this message quick, like a telegram ran./
• I get high, stay fly like a pelican can,/
• Send bullets to your home and have you sleep - sand man./
• And if one of you niggahs get crazy.../
• I'll just slap you with the 80./
• You bitches my sons, but now it's bye baby./
• I send eyes lazy and fuck ya girl with the strap./
• She beg me to stroke again, and again, then ask if I can hit it from the back./
• Turn that strap, to a strap then I fire off the metal that I'm graspin'./
• To her dome - So her ass won't be the only thing that's clappin'./
• You females are WHACK, who bought you broads back?/
• If it's a problem, I'll bring the drama where she's at./
• Catch her in her favorite position - on her knee caps./
• Put ya wig back and have you asking, "where my weave at?"/
• If you got an army, I'll bring it where your regime at./
• Sliding through like a bishop - checkin', for where the king at./
• You said you were fit to be king? I don't believe that!/
• I'm new here, but comin' through EXTRA hard,/
• Quick to check and disrespect a broad,/
• You ain't fit to be king on the checker board./
• The fact of the matter is, your bars are EXTRA flawed./
• I see it, I want it, I get this fame on my own, so/
• You ain't fit to be king, niggah, you finna watch the thrown./
• Bars, niggah.../