CHALLENGER'S RAP

• To me, every punch is feeble, I'm like a drunken Steve-O
• So get your weak Dunkaccino flow out the hunk gazebo
• You're a punk and we know about your girl's debunked libido
• And you've been dunked when you've stunk but here comes a chunk of evil
• It's time for Uncle Vito to teach these bastard sons of guitos
• Who haven't stuck with a scheme for more than half a fucking sheet note
• Even though nothing meaningful ever comes out their mumbling peeholes
• That when I go under, trumpets thunder from Shandong to Reno
• But it's neither the last time I vandalize a rapper's life
• Nor throw a cast-iron fryer at a passer-by
• I'll never answer for any crimes that I mastermind
• Cause the fuzz are satisfied that I'm banging the captain's wife
• So he doesn't have to, and at the heart of the matter
• He knows the nerdlings I'm serving are partial to chatter
• And if you're starting a battle, you're part of the platter
• And your narc-marked arse gets the dark art of the splatter
• While you gather the tatters of your flagship's cadaver
• I see your whack shit'd be badder if you threw raps in at random
• And if you fathom the mangling as you patch up your bladder
• You'll stagger off thankfully and try to rack up some manners