CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Ain't no way this ghet-to ass boy walked away with a win, wrote "mad points" that garbage aim with no kick, //
• His physique like the shape of a bin, brain so damn spoiled, I'm pristine, don't waste what I think,
• This ghet-to ass boy gets my Freudian slip, won't catch me, I scope and destroy, like a bored cat's toy he'll fall in the follow of the red dot scan...
• ...gets popped fast with what I lay on and hit,
• Coming guns blazing get vaped like I just smoked that coil, but on the secondhand...
• I see he's taking a trip! //
• Chuck Norris ammo, with the long range, clip
• To his worn sandals, no shoelaces and still flopped past...
• Check the scheme how I'm lacing the flips //
• And first off, I only said "word up" cuz ya vocab low and I may "prop" your "defense" but I won't "propagate" I'm not "raising" this bitch //
• Only pick-me-up you getting is by veins a syringe //
• Could've easily had you disqualified for not writing to the style of the rules accordingly,
• Especially since the verse was so ass so what I let myself lose it for? An excuse to let loose on YOURS YA SEE //
• Ya tats on silly business, I got enough ink to fill the skin prints,
• Shit the day my pen grazes you then you'd put the syringe down cuz my aim has enough still precision to deal a mid-hit,
• Euthanasia got ya enthused so HORRIBLY //
• But you're the only one here with the filler writtens, I vilify for riddance so get killed by instance when you're too soon to FORCE A SCHEME //
• You're a spitting image of that pedophilia dipshit, you're as fit to be an adult as these children misfit, sorry for the graphic bar that was........Real Explicit
• How ya got youth in PORNO SCENES //
• Diss-claimer: None of that's bona-fide
• But in all honesty to The Real Explicit's music your disc laimer; and you've just encumbered a sore behind //
• Just some quick warm-up bars, something to warn my targets I'm nothing to score on nah //
• Up in the morning jottin', plottin', countering my counterparts with missiles so heinous,
• Your stuff feels forced against what my untouchable forcefield stops //
• What's Poppin' besides a corny white boy like me, to Orville 'Bach // You know it dawg,
• But ya fruitier I'm not taste testin' I just see your face reddens, like how an orange peel rots
• With the chlorophyll spots — Cuz I'll rearrange, set in, and mold ya jaw //
• Turn ya to a composting pile if you cannot compose a raw, bar out
• Guard down, gardening fresh out the gate got a greenthumb cuz I poked em and it's all he saw //
• Plant my knuckles on 'em he'll think it was the concrete he faced, cuz the diagnosis shows Dr. Nova's gonna need the 'cane //
• Talk about hard Zzz's, putting you to sleep is an easy A....steal this goofball's life, I'm not playing, keep-away..//
• Doctor Nova, ya shine is ova, no wonder why ya only, pop off's iota, cuz you a copy, carbonated and shaken by my statements you can't take it so I.. minus soda //
• No equation I just multiply my own stuff, got 'em shaken he shudders but I see 'em from the bushes it's hard to close 'em //
• I'm ravenous in the bullpen if you need a ghostwriter I'm Barcelona //