CHALLENGER'S RAP

• //Verse
• They said I can't steal lyrics no more, they said I can't troll no bitch no more,
• This time i'm going hardcore I ain't playing, this shit a race but i'm taking it slow
• and steady, I put out many raps, i'm about quality AND quantity. I ain't even gonna try
• against no Eminem wannabe, people keep saying that's me, no pussy. I just respect
• the artist and now I feel like i'm in my darkest times, uninfluenced to put out any more
• rhymes, as the bell chimes i'm committing crimes of many murders, and with this verse
• i'll send a burden to your friends and family, send you to poverty. Who the fuck is this
• guy, he's irrelevant. He's toxic, he talks sick, Tocksick is just a jealous bitch, he complaining
• about my reputation, copy and paste this bitch, you will never get on my level, i'm higher
• on the elevator I elevate and motivate these people with my raps, now i'm about to
• give this guy his 15 seconds of fame in the game, you know i'm all about flames,
• not subliminal, I spit out names. I aim at these bitches so you know i'm talkin' to them,
• i'm straightforward when I cause mayhem, back then I wasn't that good, but now i've
• shook the whole neighbourhood. Got these children hooked, and these bitches seem
• to overlook the fact that i'm cookin' up some bangers, you don't wanna mess with my gang,
• make you confess. We come back for these bitches like a boomerang, your boomer rang
• it's time for you to eat supper, these motherfuckers got hunger, and they chasin' me like i'm lunchtime.
• I do this for the culture, right now i'm in my prime, I don't give a fuck if you think you're better
• than the rest, or supreme, Suvreme, but now i'm proving these haters wrong, these kids are players
• and they fakers. Later!... Wait i'm still not done, I got billions of reasons to continue to screw
• someone, if they mad, I get at them fat bitches with my combat they look like rats, like watch dogs
• i'ma hack them if they talk shit, you think you're a trickster, but my sinister ass on twitter, make
• you fall into your own trap quicker. I'm sicker when I trigger at the liquor store, or when I finger your sister,
• Mr. Winter, my heart is so cold, I got all these stoned bitches exposed and I got everything under control.
• I'm just freestyling this, i'm relentless with my practice, diss me and I throw you into an abyss,
• i'm abysmal, abyssalhunter, i'm a menace, I give your bitch a kiss go shove a stick up your ass fag,
• drag your body through the rag, committed mass genocide, i'm twisted and addicted to this,
• I punch you upside the head, shatter your skull, angels and devils struggle for the control over my mind,
• sometimes i'm good, sometimes I feel like I wanna stab you or rip through you with a chainsaw,
• my raps are jigsaw puzzles, your dumbass will not decipher them. Your IQ is lower than your penis size,
• you will not recognize the wordplay I put into these rhymes everytime. I'm just about the boom bap,
• I attack you with a hacksaw like an angry lumberjack, next time someone pisses me off,
• they better be careful, before this toxic waste decides to send the nuclear bomb to kickoff.
• //Hook
• Bitch I'ma kill you, if you diss me or piss me off, but sometimes it doesn't affect me like we're playin'
• dodgeball, but if you kill me, you better come and try, before ketamine decides to banish your
• soul and make you vanish. (X2)