CHALLENGER'S RAP

• ROUND 1
• Watch when you drop in open cause you make yourself a target,
• Weak ass bars, boy sounding half-retarded
• How dare this posh boy wanna talk recuperation to his thirst n' shit
• I dropped the Expo for a 50, you ain't worth this shit
• Machine Gun Kelly over here getting pistol whipped
• Huh..? You don't wanna talk about that still life, still living in a neighborhood where youths like to steal life
• Goofy ass boy get picked on, you ain't tryna fight, stay in your lane, playing games is when you counter-strike
• Yea..But you named ya girl Midari, stepped in a battlezone and we ain't playing no Atari
• Bitch check it, bout to kick it like Tekken,
• Midnight if you was joggin', wit' sole intent I hide-and-snipe, it left you like Oscar Pistorious the way I put Steel to his thigh,
• Listen, I came here to body you back before you speak your second rhyme, fuck what you talking about I'm bout to start flexing .009's
• Trays and eight K's will disconnect ya' spine, look, I move rugers while you sound like a school shooter
• A straight bitch who stays with his wrists slit, I lyrically flip shit, I shit on your written scripts, who the fuck are you dissing kid?
• Im ripping it, you ain't cut out to be a lyricist, im serious, fuck all that beginner shit, im cookin' him,
• Cheffin' like Raekwon, putting my tape on, you a little flame but you fucking with napalm,
• Swinging swords to your neck an' leaving your face scarred, I stay punchin' till I break arms, yeah, I'm on my bully shit,
• Pussies get sprayed with the tooly quick, you facing the real but you fake on some movie shit,
• You stay losing BITCH, I'm moving through, everybody knows who you losing to, round 1 was murder, round 2 was the funeral, dubs.
• ROUND 2 2:10
• Closed casket you broke bastard, gettin' toetagged quick, fuck that, I'm bout to leave a nightstick.., "PD! Could you send me the vocoder debrief?"
• ''But I wrote the analysis, this antagonist' recurring status is the next thing?,, BITCH please, I'll have you down on both knees,
• You about to see Peedi crakk'in, but I aint talkin' State Property, I wrap (rap) like I work dispenser gifts, I injure this,
• Contender with the pens to grip, then I use Alcohol to lift my Prints/Prince, and I don't care how they rake matches, I'm gonna induce your girl to rape FAGGOTS,
• Make him watch, but why have dis' psychotic tied up like straight-jackets? Left in the dust when his mans blammin', ya mom's a whore an' a damn tramp is a good label of Gas, son
• Drove him to the edge like Tours of the Grand Canyon, want to swim with the savages?
• So how you winning with mad misses? He only on a roll cause he be fucking em' fat bitches
• This chump 8, I mean c'mon, find some place you fit in, fuck-face, im known for heavy bars, thats where you pick up dates,
• Get smoked like the lightest hash, you siphon gas, this battle a 2-lane road n' you ain't got the right 2 pass,
• Yet I don't fuck with him, I know he old, utterly and holy yo, he got a-head at it, I just wanna put a bullet-in without a post-it note,
• See ya over, I expose ya, beat and choke ya till you got a purple tent/tint on his skin to go along with em' GAY sleepovers,
• You act like something ill you were inventin', I battle anyone, bring you and your henchmen, like beatin you, something I can do with precision,
• Bitch I take a stab at it, then hack at it like computer conventions, you wack son I knew what you were doin'
• Saying you could beat me, ya i know what you were provin', and you can take Gayness to a whole new level,
• You a homo's-home improvement, your whole faculty hurt for acting ya jerk, cause FaG's lyrics, they do a poor job, it's like factory work,
• You ain't seeing me kid, not dis FaG, nah im seeing he bitch and one punch, his pupil's a drop-out on sum GED shit
• Fuck this Fly, my God would ruin him on purpose when dis' dude is murdered, cuz for real I stay outta the pack like a Mover's service,
• Im an animal, the best that'll put hammers to your chest, battle with Hannibal to the death, and i'll kill his bitch on the track like a damsel-in-distress,
• Now you suck, flowin' what, if you ever erupt volcanoes, it's the closest thing you've ever blown up,
• Say it now, cause this round up! I leave dem' O.K. Corral, this goofy's bitch is Clarabelle, as your wife let my balls hang and she'll admit these will light a fire in this pussy,
• My cock game is high-octane, soccer line, fuck what they call it, I take yall chicks, throwin' balls their way and she down the pitch quicker than that Neymar kid,
• Fly I know you a FaG, no friends in life so why are they swiping left to reject? See the whole Geng kh-is Kind/Khan, he got Mongolian swag,
• He hyper, but he should know that we tighter, so I usually hold back like Block in a Street Fighter, cause I got crazy joints dog,
• The only way you'll run through me is if im playing Point-Guard, lets talk about crude shit now i'll rhyme wit' the rudeness,
• You'll like wood in the mouth NO toothpicks cuz this dude sick, but I already killed most of the class,
• And they weren't Columbine students, one guy tries and he dies punchin' a blink like a Fly in a eye after you land from your flight in the sky,
• This FaG still skippin' lines, I wonder if he'll ever compensate those rhymes,
• You'd be on your back still kickin' like a bike exercise..
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• fuck you. your rhymes suck, you can't even fill a bar, you can't even make a bar thats filler,
• duck hunt, bitch