CHALLENGER'S RAP

• They don’t know this killer,
• cuz real ones keep it on the low./
• Reaping all these souls
• behind the scenes, it’s bound to show./
• I got scoundrel flow
• and a thousand quotes
• cut with Widow Blancos coke./
• Your product blows, cut with chalk and only blocks the nose.
• (They don’t smell dat!)
• You frogs will choke!/
• This leaves responses caught in throats./
• They try to stop the goat.
• Only providing me chances to stop and gloat./
• You jock my glow? Impossible./
• You get chomped to bones,
• my rhymes like piranha droves./
• Surk is beyond the talk of dope./
• Discussing me?
• That’s discussing gods and ghosts,
• Ahyuasca trips beyond the body’s hold./
• I’m deep space thought,
• your screams fade off,
• I reply with cosmic groans./
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• Fuck whoever tries to throw their hate./
• They write their first bar in response,
• I’ve already wrote a page./
• I could slow the pace,
• I’d still be lapping them repeatedly,
• Daytona race./
• This is only a call out.
• We should set to do three and promote the date./
• I’m game to get down and dirty and unbolt your frame./
• Nothing to hold you up, watch you fold in place./
• Ain’t nothing sweet. Im sending you straight shots without the cola chase./
• Know your place./
• You try approach this flame./
• I roast your face./
• Flesh scorched with pain.
• Have you begging for deaths cold embrace./
• You can flow with rage, go and probe my name,
• maybe my profile can promote your aims./
• Go insane.
• I hope you find a personal angle that could hold some weight./
• If you can find some dirt, I’ll have no complaints./
• But if you get smoked, you’re trash,
• cuz I just killed you with my throwaways./