CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Run it back and dance with Sa-tan, the devil and the caveman, I'm out the cage man, Nicholas Cage rants, you in a cage match with someone talkin shit with Daniel Craig abs
• With your gay minimum wage ass and sad infatuation with Chet Hanks, don't act like I can't thread threats like a seamstress seamingly seemless in the forum's or in the form of a genius... like GZA, paint pictures when I spit scriptures
• Even before your last days, previous whereabouts reported GK in last place trying to pass shade, throwing your hips around... sashaying, I'm past playin, this a mass slayin, skip the weigh-in get straight to the castration
• No bullshit, all facts... I'm like a Tupac verse, written in all CAPS, immortalized like Jordan in the Last Dance, no doubt, a pocketful of green stacks... a myth, I got a lien and a docket full of obscene acts
• True and exciting, wit like lightning... electrifying escrima sticks for Nightwing, bite ya ear like Tyson, living life like a trailer of Miami Vice scenes, GOD King rhymes schemes encrypted in fine print
• One Man Army, commando like Arnold, harboring the darkness, targeting... your heavily guarded kingdom to harvest, it's real in the field and I'm gettin yardage, you getting carted out to the garbage
• Cause Trill wanted Carnage... then came to bargain against bars built Ford tough and solid, when the time's right spark the chronic and drop knowledge, simple logic, another day another dollar, hard work blue collar... GK quick to flip if he catch a sniff of being followed
• My style's cold... like air felt when death approaches, film star swag that ain't for purchase, a theme song told all svelte and the flow is perfect, bars are golden, cigar smoke blowin... GK in a squad car crowin
• And your style is plastic... how you gonna be the chosen King without spinning hand woven fabrics, GODS's don't worry about overhanded tactics, GOD King's use that knowledge to their advantage
• Fuck around and go ham, bacon, got me mistaken thinkin you and your whole family won't get "Taken", locked in a basement... my, where have the days went, raised in a pimp's home, hoes and bimbos, blowin indo, rollin on vogues, tinted windows...
• In your ghetto, in your hood, in the end zone, Cadillac chrome, spittin brimstone... Chiefin good, like Mahome's, the King at home all alone sulking like Nas staring out his splintered window... makin this life up
• Trill if you real... mothafucka mic up, showcase your flow when the light's on, I'm begging the terrorist to throw a pipe bomb, GK get wrapped up like a python, GOD slapped up at a house party full of icons
• You stand out as the only fraud in a line-up, soundin like a bitch... bitch, will you make your mind up, if you think you murdered me then every day you better look behind ya...
• Raps Michael Myers and I'm gonna find ya, just won't be in a booth... IshTalker taking Trill to school, holdin your hand and handing off your books... and your sandwich
• Snap and make your little brother and sister vanish, don't trip, no judgement, stay pimp, clutch fist target suspect chins, craftmanship can't be tarnished with a direct hit to my battleship
• I ain't takin no damages, so Trill... bring the pain, this ol' head come with a cane, bloodshed on the scene... ain't for the faint, swords sheathed up, not one of them stained, God King sheeted up... kneelin and prayin