CHALLENGER'S RAP

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• This what his "candy" bars have in store for me, a Fat-Joe sell out raps in dis' grocery? Cause apparently Pansy candid-reach inept to the sense/cents scattered over streets like he 50,
• Some type-to-die, to-be-these bitches who think they can beat me? UR out of your mind, it seems you need to contem-plate food for thoughts a second time,
• Red-Dots on a Crip-pled till I squeeze the tube and I-be/IV getting blood on his shots, I got him fiending over-"C's", how the Candy (w)rapper get caught on-slots/onslaughts?
• I'll make dis' bitch like Phife Dawg needlin' drugs, the incel-in/insulin him fall under-pressure this Queens picture serenade with Psalms, this fat bitch can't keep his apples away, so he's willing to "test nature", I get Newton's apple tree for Robin and Everdeen to a peel-off,
• Getchu' higher than Ferris-Wheels, far-fetched into the field so his pangs crocked when he Odie/OD an' nose-snuffed under the bill like he James Garfield, see how I eavesdrop to no Fuchs/Fucks?
• It's not when I 1-up you in Marsh Hills, some kind of Lazarus-flex like he's flailing arms amok, they passive-up from laxative n' shit their pants before I was a hazardous duck, agonal and huffed got his hunger for pains and see who's "pipers pied" silenced by puff,
• Pastries he's choked up until his face goes numb, you were suge/shook where he only pastel-bars if hes on death-row now that's strike-one, Pasty humpty-dumpty watch him run up the clock, "Hickory Dickory Dock",
• Now he's Jean Grey reincarnated, you cold-blooded Ice-Reaper now you're a walkin-phoenix/Joaquin-Phoenix, I had to get both Pharoahs stopped,
• You spit rhymes like tumbleweeds 'staggered', all jabs out-of-range so I quiver the Arrow-Knots/Aeronauts more than his "5 sided daggers"
• Your more "open-booked" to a "diary" Hagrid, I'll hag-her more than L-Ethel Hallows made pansy a has-been,
• FUCK writing couplets, I shake-a-spear-in/shakespearean agreement so its digressed with entendres, a predicate for mentions it'll leave a man-aerial/manorial/man-ariel that I shake-spirits' tempest,
• Lock-lips like you been-trill-and-kissed/ventriloquist, Pansy catch your phrase or Master-Splinter in Fantasia cuz he's catchin-bolts so u "know how Heaven feels" you nun-sex with Mother Theresa,
• You a knights overseer as-tecs/aztecs scope em' but he's scuff-tier, burn this bitch into the stakes how he got him seared, this beef was underhanded for the stakes/steaks and knives, so I ate/8-balled dis' "seasoned-corpse", your memoriam is in "Last-Rites"
• Like Kurt Vonnegut thought dis' a blowout, now dis' pansy in a movie-cast, a Kurt Cobain I put his brains out, show me his 'casings' how he gets his handi-capped, like his punchlines can't be different from writin' left/right-and-left, the bars farce, he reaching where his hands be cramped,
• This is "surreal-entertainment" how we be milking lines? but this just the comedy-act, if he "truly vandalous", this clown with silly-strings won't be worth my time,
• Fuck a compact 25 lines, I don't quarter-back cause I already Loaded de-lux to see how you suited-rhymes,
• His pseudonyms like J. Boi aka C.P., Jesus Christ let him C' the Peace/Piece, unless we chain-gang under our shirts and conceal the Piece, no 10 for 3 offers be jacked in his box, a 2-handed cross will get him Clocked, see the peace?
• If his brain-shatter, this candy-leakin from half dome, a convex-mirror, cuz reflections' can't stand puppets this psychotic, he riddled wit' DMT i'd think he won't get the picture,
• Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, a pixie stick I smoke Reefers/Reapers if he expected cold-killers, I'll leave a face-warped more than "Bloody Mary" over the rocks, they call me a certified bar-tender
• And once I *skrrrrt*, in-tire marks on his plot, we only mock, see/moxie when he lackin' all that he got, it's like Fred Figglehorn meets Pixie Lott,
• Cause' I don't mean he's "reaching for the buttons" if pansy in strategic-arms-talk, I mean is he saving-face, a freshman leaving questions-marked his personality is off, how you gonna be on the XXL cover-up??
• I'll say it again Pansy, stretch-bars don't fit snug on OJ with two gloves, they're reaches if this "umpire" makes it not catch-a-ball/catch-able in order to get his hands tucked,
• "Pause", but you intimidating-Dizasters, a "towering tower" don't make you King of the "Dot", you make a "Reach God" route yet look who came back here mimicking DISASTERS too?
• With your style being a paradox, an uh-uh-"um-spire" twirling shots from dis "um-beretta", makin' you walk with-a-hunch, yous "faren-hype" too bud... hot and cold equals mist?? where the fuck you get H2O from? I guess Ignorance is your state of bliss,
• Do I have to explain between the Gas and Condensation phase? Oh, your bars will always be hit-or-miss, how the fuck are you Mid-Tier Lyrical Genius? I'd protest once I shit adobe bricks an' throw em up,
• You had the worst verse on "5 Bladed Swords" now you're much like a smudge, you couldn't set a foot-note unless I leave with my big-foot stepped into mud..