CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I buck queers with buckshots, balm freaks with lip chap, let the choppa spin blocks, getting aromatic, bullets getting to hot.
• I went to the Hospital because I'm Dr-Death, I see Dope-Doc then I cardiac arrest him, can't breath, George Floyd,
• Visit Dope in the afterlife, got a vacuum, ghostbusters, evaporate his ashes, crush his bones Larry Bright, I aint Dahmer, I'm the sequel.
• Ed gein, Gacy, Bundy they just the prequal, none on my level, I level heads on my shelf, beheads, Ed Kemper,
• Better check my temperature, I'm hotter than Hell, Dope got his city on his back, but I got him on mine, I'm stronger than the Hulk.
• Dope's mom giving me Gawk, he caught, but that's his fault. He shouldn't have kept his dog loose, put him on a noose.
• Crucifixion, I do to Dope, but this time It's Non-Fiction, even if he tried to hit the nail on the mark, he'd be up like Jesus Christ.
• Even Satan looking up, shaking his head, while I'm getting bread from his spouse, Dope is broke, tried to break into my house, but I robbed him.
• Took his Tims, cut his rims, drove his car into a ditch, hitched him to a hook, Captain Crunch, I hunch over geeks, Dope's a freak when it comes to going to Gay Meets.
• Give him a pill like Limitless, Dodge his fist, Hit-or-miss, Hit-or-Fist, Dope's frisk, put em' on my Hit-List.
• I'm Unparagoned, leave mics torn, I'm like Big L, I raise hell, mail a bullet to Doc, that'll be the same one that capped his brain, I aint capping, I'm like Cappadonna.
• Leave no trails of mics, like a piranha. I'm an Arsonist, burning houses with lighter-fluid, I'm fluid in the language of the gods, can't compare me with Dope, I beat all odds.
• I'm the RZARecter, dissector, re-arranging guts, Hannibal Lector, I help find criminals, Doc's liminal, but he's in my space, can't win all races if your racist.
• So G-Face will erase any fag that comes my way, like Dexter I'll tape him up, stab his chest then throw him in the sea, I'll reach down then split him into three, plus 1 now I'm the Lainz Angels Of Death.
• Put Doc in a cage like Guinevere, tapping on the cage but no one can hear, staring into his soul, now he knows who to fear.