CHALLENGER'S RAP

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• Buy a ticket to your favorite part
• You a chicken to a dangerous shark
• Hammerhead bitch to a killer whale
• You smoke bammer, lead by pigs to jail
• You broke, stammer then ya kidneys fail
• Hope you’re enamored, I’ll stick ya tail
• Woken in glamour, I’m sick as hell
• Soakin’ in camera lights, rich as Mel
• Ordering a sandwich like I can command Stevie Nicks when she sit on a towel at the beach
• More time in sun’ll dam a vamp bitch, ain’t no fan of Fleetwood Mac, Hoover don’t leak
• Bored with your album, a vile cow dung from ya bowels could cook classic groovier beats
• Sore is your ass on acid still moving glass, sass and hash you still tryna push ki’s
• You never made it out the drug game, spoon fed by buddhist parents, go smoke ya tree
• Whether not ya faded, wanna be thug ‘mane, ya too dead, who is carin’? not thee
• Finding one to post bail bout as likely as seeing Crosby’s team try to fly free
• Mind the gun, don’t wail and shout ‘less Cosby gave ya diphenhydremine
• Kinda fun they think to take drugs from users say die fiends, hide ya dreams
• Why ya puns so fake, I’ll break mugs, dumb losers they cry streams fly fishing
• Try askin mum who gon make it, I’ll bruise ya in MK fatality die unseen
• Rye-sippin’ bastard bum moocher stay limp if ya ask Don & Kay what the drama mean
• Die dripping blood from they ears when the limit removed from the master of voluming
• Drunks end gymnastics, they plaster who bringing earthquakes
• cuz you know shaky Jim tried to drop the beam
• Die for the funk Big ain’t whack, it was all a dream
• Call me Big Poppa the mop head, my dollar green
• Pigs tryna stop ya for bread, tell ‘em swallow me
• Won’t get this locker, dawn dead this ain’t Halloween
• Tarman retarded want Tina’s brains, dieting
• Tarzan and Kala saw Clayton hang violently
• Bar and a zan, smoking greener Jane go brag
• ‘Bout quality shit while my thuggers are rioting
• Fall on this dick tell your bitch fuck a dire being
• Stop sticks we throw on your street, get flat tires, see
• Though we ain’t cops, we will take this shit violently
• Hop on your car with a bat, check your vitals we
• Don’t give a fuck about you or your privacy
• Don’t hope for luck, we gon’ force feed ya dice or bleed
• You and your friends with a vice round your heads, ya scream
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• snare stops
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• Circumcise ya dull a tip point
• Tryna fire 9s pull a wrist joint
• Scrawny noose tying bitch hop a window again suicidal annoyance, you kid’s toy
• Said you failed, stupid idol bitch poise
• Try screwing yourself, little boy
• But this time you wake up in a fiery blaze, learn to enjoy my glaze getting dicked on Berith’s loins
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• snare continues
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• You think this a game, we don’t flip coins
• But we’ll punt you again, yeah we kick groins
• Smoke a blunt, send ya down there again
• going off of the grid like we just fuck with Rick’s Roy
• Broke in ya house, woke by sick noise
• Ya mope on the couch, bet ya miss Troy—I’m Paris of Greece bet you’d know what I mean like you Menelaus hating on Eris for discord
• Psyche!