CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Fighting with me? Your calamity is sure to blossom,
• You got stinker lines that smell worse than possums,
• I got a 100 on my wrist, you only ever see that in stopwatch mode,
• write (Right) Rhymes, got me more paper than filing cabinets,
• Phony MCs think they in tune with me, then get played like a clarinet,
• Im so underground its a miracle I aint end up 6 deep,
• Ever since a younging, mastered the sweet talk and made tricks weep,
• I killed so many industry plants (google it) DA wanna pin me on herbicide,
• Sorry player but the Only weed I allow in my garden is the one I can smoke,
• Ay! Get my revenge like a sweet dish, leave you with more sour grapes
• than the vineyard,
• Expenditure like a fire hose, got more fixed costs than your yearly,
• keep the four four dearly, got more jewels than the pearly gates,
• your picnic basket empty: no bread, and no dough,
• A klepto: got the hand that never cease, I bust more nuts than Reese's,
• and pop more cherries than vandals at farms,
• Stick to the xanns and percocets, cause the pill I give is too bitter to
• swallow, came looking for beef but now you got chickened out,
• own your pyschology and decimate your mental like arsenic,
• You face the most imment danger,
• At my level you surely are nothing but a stranger,
• Gradewise you D like the blood of a Rhesus monkey,
• I got the geek technique and speak rhymes that please a junkie,
• And for the ladies I keep it strong and sexual,
• If not now, Ill have the opps drop like flies by the next duel,
• I get more cheese than rats in solitary confinement,
• I got more bars than fort knox,
• Yours suck harder than when fiends snort blocks,
• Frontin about your gold and records you sold,
• Ill play you like a cassette, put you on hold, and acquire two fold,
• If assets the prey, then Im the basset hound,
• Supersonic, the one with the fastest sound,
• Earth to moonbase, what you smoking?
• Surely with these bars you gotta be joking,
• Im outta this world like Buzz Lightyear, Toy Story, this boys gory,
• You looking at he who manifest gold bars,
• Been on this earth a long time, my soul hold scars,
• A hustler since birth, I even sold tar,
• And If I gotta body an emcee, its no holds barred,
• Your musical preference is that of reference,
• A lyrical reverend: Hunt for red october, I turn the water to crimson,
• I invoke the biblical most deep, turn daughters to grim nuns,
• You surely are nothing but a parody,
• A counterfeit clown far from a fair copy, bars bare sloppy,
• Turning rap to a circus, cause you aint do the work first,
• I got to speak in astronomical terms,
• and Ill be the sanitiser for all you comical germs,
• Couldn't catch your flow if I used a microscope,
• You defile culture like Miley Cyrus, pilin virus after virus,
• Im unrivalled and peerless, fearless,
• Like capone in his prime, the king of crime,
• Talking galactic but Im yet to bring the prime,
• Verbal like herbal, the medicine for your subconscious,
• the emcee/chemist you seek to blemish,
• I tell yall fools, you dryer than the Sahara and got to replenish,
• Im like yin and yang, one half want to commit sins and bang honeys,
• Other half just put emcees out of jobs harder than recessions