CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Can you handle the story I'm about to tell you.
• Cause what I'm about to say will make you question me,
• like theirs nothing left of me. Since birth, the first day on this earth,
• as I placed my feet in the dirt, god knew hurt was on this planet.
• How can it be, that such a sick animal like me walks this city,
• I wallow in pity. Since grade one, I knew I was the devils son.
• Their was a reason why nothing was fun, all I thought about was owning a gun.
• And all the passings of people how deceitful, is this an upheaval,
• death through needles, may as well be injecting the diesel.
• Humans... Such weasels.
• But me, I'm lucifer, watch me shoot at her, and laugh, burn you with cyanide gas.
• Make it fast. I'd rather get death over with quick, it's like an itch.
• Why drag you out?..
• When I can just flag you out, tag you out, your family won't pout.
• Cause they already out of this picture, I switched her..
• Over to death, don't bless. Take her life, adios to your wife.