CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I hear you talkin' shit, bro you think you're the heat Please bow down to defeat you're barely mince meat Stop with the street talk, and start to do the street, walk Lock yourself in and tell me this, how you gonna battle with this sick shit that I spit bitch See you still flappin' your jaws, prepare to be thrown in the ocean In the middle with jaws Or prefer to be served and severed with claws, knock on the doors Of absolute death you may But please be ready for the automatic failures you may make So take this and wait for another dismembering, remembering The tethering of your dream and how it was minced to pieces Believe in yourself please, to save you now you'll be needin' Help from Jesus You think I'm copy, pastin' please, tell me how you're actin' up Better be quite or I'ma bout to bitch smack your mouth shut For good, yeah man talk the hood talk better go back and walk the hood walk you ain't had the taste of a real G Get back down to your level and prepare to be beat Writin' on your sheet, like you're deep please bitch your weak You ain't on my level or a level at all, take a vacation Up the damn wall and fall Humpty Dumpty, I must be rusty but you better knock the shit Down if you goin' against me I'm hard to beat, you're hardly cheese compared to these beats And this emcee You ready, alright, so come on down, I bet you to do it Let's see if you got the balls or if you're just truant To me, yeah let's keep an eye, on your ass as the heat intensifies Talk to me in a smart tone, prepare to meet your demise Throw you, a hundred million miles is what I'm finna do Call me Son Goku I already told you, what I'm gonna do, finna plow through Yeah man try to tackle a topic more intense then mine I always rap from the heart, make the fake rappers sigh But I really really don't give at all a flying fuck My chance of making this shit is the same as seein' a flyin' truck Or it could all depend on some serious luck Maybe I'll release a track that is heard my millions Make it big and to the top and make billions But that's a dream for another day, I'm here to take you down Don't care what you say Freestylin' this rap shit to the grave Rap battlin' bitches in my spare time for loose change Please, all of you fake ass rappers are plan Make like like a plane and take the next trip away Far away, from here I don't need to here your shit anymore I'm tired of it now, next place to be, will be a fuckin' morgue But let me just let you all know this, I'm sick of it, all of it So listen next time I write another track Listen to the facts I spit, and find it through my old wack rap crap I know I've said some shit, that know I demise But just look at my own and, your own life But this time, through my eyes I got a couple little bitches that need a little call out But I'll reside, got more and more, don't get me wrong Now get the fuck back home and call your mom Continue to rap please, just leave me alone I'm done hearing wack disses like this I'm sick of this, listening to this petty as shit Bitch