CHALLENGER'S RAP

• My satirical lyrical miracle got me feelin' ill and analytical
• and I'll kill any dealer or squealer with my trigger finger, model dater
• stylish player, knock off the haters, BYE BYE! see ya later, home run
• Better yet a fuckin' hole in one; a whole young one, a gun of son
• Desecration, humiliation, incineration, characterization
• Lead a whole damn nation, ain't even playing, got them shook ones saying
• "HE TOO BAD" All it took was writing down a dream I had, a vision
• call it fission, nuclear prophecy it's clear to see that not a single bitch can step to me
• five to ninety-three, they all believe because it's what they see all I've achieved
• In such a short time in the game; So point the finger at me, I'm the one to blame
• For the end of shitty rapper's careers. Fuck, I done beat em all in less than a year
• From pussies to queers, threw the jeers and sneers from adversaries like you
• Though it varies, true, I spit shit on a consistent next level basis
• You faggots stuck behind, you shit still basic, you rap like you wasted
• A sober mind conquers all, remember that next time I smash one of y'all
• Who only raps about weed, honestly, I'd rather listen to Creed
• Than to hear another sorry ass breath that you breathe, f'real, you faggots must breed
• Cos that's the only way I can figure, due to the spread of the non-feelers
• the pretenders, offenders of the rap game; my lyrics so crazy call me mentally insane
• you should detain me, contain me, prevent my words from getting out
• because beyond the shadow of doubt
• I'll call each one of you out, one by one victims of the chosen one,
• and the most scary part of all
• is this shit has just now begun.