CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I bring "bars out the underground" like a mafia's coffin,
• get crowbared your mobsters are harmless//
• ya'll are hardly a target, more like a novice,
• when i spark at your marksmen,
• turning them into a puddle of carcusses//
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• Who want it with me? cause your hardly my breed,
• i kill in a spree, so bring your army of thieves//
• im droppen them dweebs, leaven there noggins and beaks,
• bust dead (busted) into octaves that plead//
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• Plus im out of your orbit, im that martian that speeds,
• through fog and the breeze, your hardly this morbid//
• Ill fart when you breathe, to you ~my logics a dream,
• gleam at my polished monsterous schemes//
• Plus your heart is not for this!! youll get brought to the torment,
• then get tossed into forfeit with a loss in the storage!//
• You can say like "golf" Im all in and ~fore it!!
• Ill leave a hole where your core is, "Im always hitten close to home"
• when your team gets scared and broke kin!//(broken/ i broke in)
• like indian kids, to you this is foriegn, its hard to ignore it//
• "But dont lose track" or ~the chorus, but, battling me,
• will leave you a savage that's chosen to get bashed in the forest!//
• Im the king of the jungle bro, and your that female,
• that couldnt pack in a "core set" (corset), your average and will fold text//
• I suggest you learn the tactics of old men, that rambo and dont stress,
• a savage that holds death, i bring ashes in known quests, so beware..
• my slashes will hold mess when fracturing to pastime all these asshole and known vets!//