CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Spinnin' combustion heatwaves I cope motion, chase posture with my console you go in concussion
• Box filled with monster combat, the cold purpose in a letter when you crawl broad sword
• Building potion with rhyme, crimson in cauldron with dimes commotion I amplify, I got a mission to open
• with my villain that carry shit tension on colon no semi Glock composition but I'm Demigod, aint t to mention you die dormant
• Never forbidden in combat, claw some rando opponent, better cope explosion think it conscious
• Painful!, canvas went crimson write with bolt pen spun you into choppin' board gonna cut your life like your convulsion
• Got your momentum into abortion, combo with a flat tire, i'm the collision to this commotion, sharpen my ideas both on ends
• you end with my competent double axes got you betwist in your confession, pale colors drawn in your polo, while I'm talkin' about to rule
• and I knock on cold loom with a tune, hold shambles till pendant glow but got yourself in a pogo playing a shadow sice then
• you aint gonna see moment of winging , you aint standing like my totem flow, you lose too much you can lick elbow bet you never got em' you bland though
• you can never take opponent clip in tenth count, cut you like grand openning cans open while vowel lose, grab motor while i'm weildin' till the
• next game , I would pass the mic but you ain't the descendant genes gone shallow boil into porridge you got no tooth glued, slammed
• I got ultra-rhymes that make you light, but the power I channel in this challenger quest you can't ostracize
• cause your channel blurred while i'm clever to press the buttons go bow down with your ostritch lies
• but i got extra power lens that can be peek of the game their aint enhance rhyme but i got one so better then get extra pens
• but my font line but you in your grave danger, you can never shook danger, time for you has old platter no flavor