CHALLENGER'S RAP

• b4 your one shot at, lyrical combat, here's a poker tip
• Unholster it and dodge this bar rage of soldier shit
• No challenger, cause with stealth, my words will burst in
• Like a surgeon, no, it's not weird.. al..
• (albeit) beit in a jungle or urban
• I seal your fate, and emasculate you as a person
• Casting aspersions, I know, it keeps getting worse then
• I'll go head first with this verse
• dynamically, by land or see
• And burn down your whole family tree, enthusiastically
• These days, I'm happy, because I actually have no qualms
• About killing your moms, with more a (ay) bombs
• ( happy days, the fonz says ay) than the fonz
• I took my old leather jacket, had it full metal blasted.
• Replaced the old plastic, hardened my shell so fast it,
• Was like magic. Come on. Magic shell bitch. Classic!
• You hear gunshots pop, your world has been rocked
• Inside your head, ping ping ping, the shots don't stop.
• As you lay there, post mortem hits, I smile remorseless
• Cause your paled by lividity
• and of course with rigor mortis,
• Your vocal chords, stiffens in accordance!
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