CHALLENGER'S RAP

• By clifshawna
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• Yeah, yeah
• Ayo, my mom, it's time.
• It's time, my mom (aight, my mom, begin).
• Straight out the black dungeons of rap.
• The floor drops deep as does my dishes.
• I never talk, 'cause to talk is the mother of militias.
• Beyond the walls of car, life is defined.
• I think of love when I'm in a louisiana state of mind.
• Hope the score got some war.
• My core don't like no dirty store.
• Run up to the door and get the rapport.
• In a louisiana state of mind.
• What more could you ask for? The white floor?
• You complain about cleaning.
• I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the core.
• I'm rappin' to the sink,
• And I'm gonna move your drink.
• Gray, red, pink, like a walls
• Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a falls.
• I can't take the cleaning, can't take the ceiling.
• I woulda tried to run I guess I got no feeling.
• I'm rappin' to the drink,
• And I'm gonna move your sink.
• Yea, yaz, in a louisiana state of mind.
• When I was young my mother had a pitfalls.
• I waz kicked out without no falls.
• I never thought I'd see that overalls.
• Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's balls.
• An orange tub is quite the snub.
• Thinking of love. Yaz, thinking of love (love).