CHALLENGER'S RAP

• We all know a shrew, who never grew
• passed terrible-two's
• banshee in a tutu, banishing boundaries, goin' bananas coocoo
• can't remove this cancer by cancelling or improve by counseling, we need new rules
• back to the days of old, where modern Karen dolls can be the Phoenix that they're true to
• as an effigy statue, hear the fuel *whoosh*
• if they have scold, they get scalded for their demolition
• this is that petition, let's immolate these succubus martyrs like they used to
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• like really, where is your morality Karen
• running alley-cat errands right after you hand-shake the cleric
• we know it probably stems from ya childhood, where-in where and when should we be balancing fairness
• if these gals can't be parents themselves, from a palace of arrogance
• canopy-ing illusions of authority, husbands intellectually castrated
• fountains of youth, drunk from a chalice of embarrassment
• long-in-the-tooth, but highschool-mentality hysterics
• with that scandalmonger malice, honey, ya nylons are tearin'
• ya rationality's seldom, your insincerity's selfish, you revile behind the veil of a schism
• my suggestion, put the nail in this epidemic and take it back to Salem, antebellum
• where if today you have a main-squeeze, causing bedlam
• more than tangy sour lemons, hidden fangs that spew out venom
• these mangy little gremlins are the angriest of women
• like bacteria in the gangrene of the system, where it's plain to see this stigma,
• a blanket over femin'ism, putting blame upon the victim;
• hubby off the warplane, just caught flankings from the enem', buddies' bodies mangled, couldn't help 'em
• he still refrained, to return home
• knowing he Ain't getting the welcome
• knowing he'd go insane when with his madam this man drank until his head numb
• PTSD, can't abstain from all the red-rum
• while there's feign within her Jekyll, where you think she's ranking on the litmus
• when she has access to the bank, and she still hits him.
• wailing with momentum.
• having a main-squeeze, causing bedlam
• the reigns of main character syndrome comes with bane, this witch the villain
• brainless without wisdom
• some call them Karens, maybe Kims and Loraines or maybe Emmas, but far from plain-Janes in dilemmas
• yet quite stainless in their image, see behind closed doors they gang up on the children
• how some remain so hypervigilant, the psychological abuse
• that drains you 'til you're timid
• pain's at stake when they vindict' 'em, so painstaking in their dictum
• maybe they're cranky 'cause they need dick in 'em, the hanky-panky blues
• tired of sanging John Coltrane, fantasizing getting spanked by Zayn from One Direction
• praying they'd run a train all through her denim
• clap-flapping her bingo-wings in a tank-top with blemishes lookin' like the Bojangles chicken menu
• Aileen Wuornos – thanks but no thanks, there's different types of chains and whips, for hoes like you
• bitches like that are gut-wrenching, they're used to swallowing tools
• witches like like this, why I keep acquaintances at a minimum
• rather live in a quaint little village
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• where they immolate these succubus martyrs like they used to.