CHALLENGER'S RAP

• My styles paranormole(paranormal)
• Whatever sky I write under there a storm goes,
• Rhymes that could fuck your bare butt corn hole right after I tear ya torso,
• Criminal thinking matched by syllables inking paper,
• You could be at your pinnacle an sit as king an I'd still finish you like it wasn't a thing,
• I creep in the shadows moving swiftly through the dark quickly
• Blink once an you'll miss me,
• When I gut you from behind than puncture your lungs an sit while
• You spit up a river of blood,
• Gasping for air your asking God to spare you while seconds from passing you stare
• Up at me as another dead rapper that'll no longer be rapping on a snare,
• I'm like manson the way I got these fools actin I'm graspin there thoughts,
• Throw em in a box where there're trapped in,
• My ideas are rancid when attackin an battlin I said before is my tactic,
• So if you don't got bars get back quick or witness your back spin,
• Cause I'll break every bone in your body like you were an evil kanevil copy,
• Only difference is you won't survive, you'll be six feet under body rotting