CHALLENGER'S RAP

• We all got personal issues, sigils you wouldn't wanna undo,
• even if it hit you and you need it to, but you let it eat at you.
• There's a feeding tube coming up from beneath hell it'self,
• you know it's hell when your eating your own soul aswell.
• You try to do good but only two foot away is a hollow hood,
• who follows you whilst your up to no good, until he can swallow-
• your sorrows spit out just your bones and skull, now you roam-
• the halls of every place you dueled in the past you walked.
• You're fooled by what you lived for and now your gone,
• but you believe your lyrics will live on, boy your wrong,
• even your spirit i haunt, at every corner you turn-
• im there holding your urn, laughing scattering the ashes-
• and prancing like satanic spastic doing the devils antics.
• Your dead, I'm still alive, i like tenderize your wife in your bed,
• your face and eyes are red and im about to cum on her head-
• then her tits, bum and if there is a little left, ima walk up-
• to your kid, dribble it on her a little bit, kick and shake my leg-
• get every last drop and fake my death, to escape from this.