CHALLENGER'S RAP

• fuck Orges, no punchlines, he makin a fucking hook in a written (wtf)
• ahh fuck the liquor, when will Orges give me back that unearned income?
• Orges is a chemical-examination gone wrong, kid determined to be faster than Usain Bolt, Did he Chemistry-flunked, mistook the pond scum for Jamaican rum?
• I'll have barley kick buckwheat, see the ref stoppage on devastated kicks to his penalty? His French brittle arms Italy, call him Angel-Spaghetti,
• Cause when I buck-shots, this stick-man draw the line in sand like "This where sudden-death meets,"
• If i leave this trail-of-piss that mean I'll have the chalk outline for this underaged corpse in this crime-scene,
• This da series that leave ya hung like Salem-Witch, call a kid thats Harvey Weinstein,
• It fuks' with my dementia, if I recall your bars punch-less, do you clench-pacifists Ghandi?
• Your rhymes are lyrically, spiritually, miraculously, not battle deep, your wordplay more suited for the Sandbox
• No wonder he's "FIRE SPITTIN", the words come out like Iran OPs, well shit if ya didn't clog transducers like ash-trays made cigar-tongues like he mad toxxed,
• maybe without the Barley, Orges couldn't live with Farmer Lungs, at the desolate peak, how the Buddha chill with dis Dharma Bum??
• You lost an Arsonal, I had Armatures above, they interject like AC/DC in-charge so screw riding Shotty, i'll take Orges back of the car abroad!!
• See how I did him like Bon Scott? I keep my punchlines trigger-happy, gave this kid all rounds-of-applause,
• You're Mariah obsessions bland with the bone-apart, this Eminem Stan hadn't caught girls in a week, we speed-date race in the tar to pick up a date into this white kids flavorless bars, how the vodka spit?
• Didn't have substance to take, the kids laced wit' adderall, he's got trust-issues so me and middle-man in trilateral and we bust this mistake like he was collateral,
• Here before the drama hit, killing spree? that bluff faker than Pulp Fiction, the lead shower reign SUVREME like god came down from heaven and stopped the bullets,
• Fly claimed he died so I pity the grave, he's Ruthless, and Puma raised death mature, i'm a catalyst for Cougars,
• Dying before showin' ya mangled face up Krueger, this the double-impact where i'm cravin' brain cancer commuter, me and A-K-Shine like DNA was my tumor,
• So I won't live to see Orges trans-form into Jenner, both Bruce's smash horses so how you come from the trifecta of losers?
• The only Mic/Mike you'll ever put two-lips in if Eleven regarded the stranger things he spittin', I'd give a 9 Milli that'll make him roofless,
• Your DAD's a fucking alcoholic raping STD bitches, its no wonder the sperm toxic-waste like your name was "Mucus",
• That's why i'm undisputed in this, I never gave you props since you've exist, your relatives think you're corny too, im sayin' how-many-grits?,
• That means regardless of what I say 2 U, U2 with or without you, your Alter Ego the only one beside to read his lullaby-raps, so boring he puts himself to sleep before I do!
• fuck it and ask Deshaun to end this feud, put the quarter to your back and it isn't the only thing coming backwards that hit South of the Park towards you, this 'king' a BITCH thats why he's demoted to Marma-duke,
• You actually comical-relief so how South Park get you back, his bars are a fluke, if he actually rapped as if he's behind bars i'd imagine he Token Black too,
• He also likes to joke alot.. see how that happened with Heath Ledger, if his crow-bars ledges on the rooftops, does that make it Brandon Lee better?
• no BITCH!! they both DIED on the set, better stop with that wack PURGE shit before we know Orges is NEXT,
• All his DICKRIDERS with him, yeah I know i'm vexed, before you slip on millimeters, why don't yall practice safe sex??
• Yall know who i'm talking with, yeah I believe Orges roll out with the same Projects, him and Seth be wildin' out in a FUCKING DUPLEX,
• Orges must have a submissive-defect, wannabe choked out cobra-clutch, this how dropping poisonous vapors my Soul-Intent,
• We exchange this king like Tarock games, you better played-out cards right, unless we Tay Roc, zip em' up a body bag tonight,
• Kid whats next? Recite a few syllables off Eminem's work, rewrite it to make sure the flows right, then say some wack shit you ain't gonna do cause you're a pussified mime NOT BY A LONG SIGHT????
• GET your FUCKING PROFILE PIC OUT, you should be TAILORING GARDENS thats why hes PRICKED OUT, we all want HARAMBE back instead of ORGES THATS WHY MAMA SAID "PULL YOUR DICK OUT!!!"
• I said FUCK YOU in this rhyme BOUT.