CHALLENGER'S RAP

• What is this, arts and crafts with a hint of asshole? “I gatted a man with a tactical handgun. Rapped about it when eye’s bent on a xan”
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• your spits lasciviousness; I am an astronaut, haps I’ll crash land in on a mans. My insanity, “you are a sandwich.” Get slammed by a lyrical serial killer’s handwork, jams like a high point, bands like Coachella, my thyroids a make shift flame thrower. I’m faded on Jamison, day after day, I couldn’t fake this language; I’m wasted, taking Sid, my eyes are dilated whilst I myelinate this incantation. When you demand that I vacate, I'll be preying, “Namaste, and Mawai”