CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I ghost written your lyrics now you are on your own,
• Motherfucker why you so salty,
• We all know what you do ,
• I ghost wrote your lyrics in order to help you,
• Back the minecraft days you called me and mace gays,
• But since then those times have parted ways,
• and friendship was the only thing that lays,
• I basically forgot until you got angry,
• Trying to roast me I know exactly,
• I wonder how you feel going against you pre-master,
• Now lets see if this pussy can make any rappad drama,
• You don't to money on your back,
• Against CROWNONFLY you shit wack,
• Coming against a nations maniac,
• Now its all happy times and rainbows,
• Until now we were practically bro's,
• Now its the time to really expose (the truth)
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• Punish the Mad ox,
• Put his hand in the air,
• Back in the day you playing blocks,
• And I didn't care,
• Thought it was all about respect
• but that shit was something I'd never get,
• You used to beef with mace like you his cock rider,
• Now you beefing with yo previous ghost writer,
• I'm 12 your 13 and we all know that I'm smarter,
• Staring on top of you like Anakin Skywalker,
• dosing of to the beat like you a cloud walker,
• Trying to challenging me acting like a clout chaser,
• Murdering you at the end of the scene like I'm Jason,
• After I'm done with you there will be a sure as fuck be a celebration,
• Now stop sucking my dick and face deterioration.
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• About this motherfucking truth,
• You do be pirating steam,
• Calling an autist gay,
• Boiling his blood like a stream,
• A stream, that shit you'd never get,
• Arguments on discord at midnight you on ket,
• The next day faggot dm'ed me like aight bet,
• Smoking this shit, thinking i'd sweat,
• You tried to bait me to fall in that trap,
• I've your steam history and damn your a trap,
• Can't rap this more than a slap to your kneecap,
• Gap in your handicap better run and not come back,
• Your whack, can't pack get a smack and can't comeback,
• They clack with a fag can't brag so he drag back,
• Bitch you a maniac you been shelfed on a rack,
• Backpack like a sack, you looking dead so you slack,
• Making fun of my best friend lead you to be roasted on this track.
• attack like a jack in is 40's because you hate a black,
• You snorting crack like its lit so you squatting,
• Dropping dead, bullet in the head,
• 08 me but your a rug in the shed,
• Bitch your unused like the xbox in you shack,
• Making a fat stack while I'm climbing macks.
• Perhaps an apology before the situation relapse.
• Making a glance while cycling on tour de france,
• I advance while you can't catch these hands,
• Making demands, taking lands, as I expand you can't do commands.
• Making bands with my bare hands,
• Your is made in method which can barely be understanded.