CHALLENGER'S RAP

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• At Barnes and Noble, with a hunch like Quasimodo
• In my own world like J. R. R. Tolkien, they called me Frodo
• After I tossed the token of marriage, 'cause wifey hoes,
• The more doors she walked in, diagnosis showed 'fiery low-blows'
• Hot-mess, homewrecker, she's got stories though, a 4-decker
• I wanna throw her, but I'd be a ghost to the spectors,
• Somebody call the po-po before I deck her, I swear to God (the sin)
• Like I pray to Allah "Jaysus Crost, fuckin' hate this broad" (Amen)
• Only thing she knows that's 'straight-and-narrow' is cock (in men)
• On Craigslist as 'rent-a-chick,' mentally fricked or just menstrual-sick?
• Likes them bendy pricks, lengthy sticks, on SMS they've sent her pics
• I couldn't be this small-minded off the head if I wrote with a pencil-dick
• No longer a gent to this trick, I'll gently push her into a crick at 10 to 6
• That's foreshadowing.. we went on a picnic, I put fentanyl in her liquor
• She 'fell asleep' quicker when her temple hit the edge of the kettle in the wicker
• Soon it's 'Found Missing' but I won't miss her, too cold, she'll drown in shivers
• When I finally pick her up off the ground and deliver her down the river
• And go back to sit down with the licorice and sandwich she made me
• Looking at it fantasizin', this image, in the sand drifted to a lake's beach
• See, with that gown from the tide.. 'Cause this shit bussin' with thousand-Island dressin'
• (..on ham-swiss with bay leaves)
• All I know is.. On God, this'll be the last time that bae leaves