CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I'll never come last, I'm just too passionate,
• What's the forecast, it's just storms blasting,
• Knocking you on your ass, and as a kid that had asthma,
• Never thought I would ever be able to rap,
• Now it's a wrap and I need my bandana,
• Head banned and my sweat band from 'Next Man',
• With a do-rag in the back with my jacket in the very back of my backpack,
• But in my left hand, I've got some meth and,
• Arrest that anphet addict, I've had it with his dumb ass shit,
• You don't understand the half of it,
• Yet your ready to claim you have the knowledge like you've just got some college degree dammit,
• Trying to demand that I spoon feed you facts about my past,
• And do what you will with this album I hope you say it's trash,
• Rate it on low standards,
• He's back again DFIFTY the lyrical bastard,
• And the fact I use literacy as my weapon I guess I'm a literal hazard,
• Every lymric I have I plan to spit with acid,
• So the words I spew must be damaging,
• But what I puke mostly I don't plan it,
• And I must be the most disgusting to hit this planet,
• Since Slim Shady landed,
• And if can't handle it imma backhand and rugby tackle you degenerates killing you all and leaving no witness in the stands