CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Now let me start this shit with a question. Who's only voting for him because it's Psycho? Bunch of puppets.
• You got their decisions controlled at your fingers like triggers but I'll make sure the fucking gun slips.
• You lost to that Frat producer, I bet that confused ya, I'll put an end to the reign of psychos with black bazookas.
• You lost to the king 9 times over, pussycat, I'll snatch the crown- oh wait, you need to snatch it back from Maverick, don't cha?
• Here's a theory: you don't belong in music, really. I'mma be major since I'm a sharp pencil that doesn't need an eraser, clearly.
• I'm at the level to shatter glass and metal like Mariah Carey while you're flat-coke bars ain't accidental, you hear me?
• You got vexed when somebody went and stole your name. But no one stealing my show, you gotta hope and pray.
• When you combine a mic with a guy as violent as I, I get vile and can't be bottled, easy as 3.1415
• I'm turning the times tables in addition to subtracting 50% of you, I don't need to envision.
• Bring a challenger, I'll diss them all point blank and fracture their ribs like division.
• Snipe from A B C, like Pythagoras theorem ho. You gotta acknowledge that I'm golden, ratio.
• You hate to know that you failed to show why you're regarded as one of the royals, way to go!
• I've got your skills cubed, they have me the higher volume. You're just a cartoon balloon inside of a clown's costume.
• You manipulating the crowd, and their expressions with the intention to get the vote since they give you erections.
• But I'm solving the inequality of the best versus average. Call me mean, but I'm in battle mode and doing damage.
• I got the advantage, the privilege to have semi-autos at your cartilage. It ain't hard to tell Vi is like the queen and you just a joker, ha bitch!
• Oh how I could just tear a man limb from limb, you're so obsessed with Eminem, tryna be him.
• I bet you got a sex doll with Alaina's face stapled on and your walls are covered with Brittney and Kim.
• I don't wanna talk talk, I'll just get to clownin' you because your WiFi speeds are the only things going down on you.
• You wish you was intersex, because you're so into sex that you'd shove your dick up your pussy and call the result "Dex"
• Your kid is coloured, but you don't see it because he looks albino with all the semen that you said was skin treatment!
• I'm converting reds to violets, like Viola DeWynter. I got the Saints, the homies in a row and they're ready to kill you.
• Your alias is "The Splinter", no wonder you're irritating. John told me you got a stretched anal sphincter, no wonder your shit's irritating.
• You checked out the blog that John wrote, when he's lost nearly have the battles he owned. You still tried learning from the content he showed.
• It's funny to see the fucking truth be that this bunny who sleeps over half the week is trying to fucking school me!
• Don't worry, you'll be regarded as one of the greats still, I'm just changing how the public views me like a valium pill.
• You got good lyrics, but your tone is shitter than mine. Didn't think it was possible until I heard "Horoscopes", oh my!
• You call yourself PsychoPuppet but you ain't a marionette. You're probably lanky as fuck but can't cause my death.
• You a puppet? I'm a puppet master, a manipulator. I shape and manoeuvre these bars to penetrate you.
• Let me get this straight, you might be mighty with the mechanical pencil. But for your voice, you might need more than a stencil.
• I got used to your punches, as if my sky was grey. As I write my day, you sit and waste your life away.
• Murder you right away so you won't see the light of day. As you said: "When you combine Soul with Puppet, murder becomes Child’s Play"