CHALLENGER'S RAP

• " I'm real weed no synthetic,
• So dope it's pathetic, I"m energetic, poetic,
• Those other rappers are anesthetics, putting people to sleep
• and they're fake like prosthetics
• Better call the medics,
• It's in my genetics, to raise diabetics',
• blood sugar when I speak in poetic,
• prose, I'm a black rose,
• Path I chose, it froze
• me over and iced over my clothes,
• It snows when December shows, on the calendar,
• hell must have finally froze
• over cuz it's only July, satan forgive me please,
• I sneezed, made hell fire freeze,
• at about negative ninety-eight degrees,
• I'm so cold my words turn into ice,
• My advice, think twice, before you misjudge me
• as being nice, sugar and spice, wanna slice?
• You can have some too for a price, Ray Rice,
• that's my new name cuz my only real vice,
• is beating these rappers unconscious
• They're obnoxious, the nonsense
• that they rap locks em' in boxes,
• and leaves em' jobless, without a promise,
• of filling they're pockets, with rubber band stacks,
• keep rapping the same crap,
• the same rap, they're stuck in a trap,
• that just can't tap, into a deeper lyrical level, they can't snap
• outta the hood stereotype, every rap sounds the same
• I think the game is looking pretty lame so I quit"