CHALLENGER'S RAP

• totally unprofessional by $E$
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• You're unprofessional, not incredible.
• A showboat mouth always blowing.
• unprofessional like showing up to an interview sweaty and wet in an athletic works sweater and a pair of sweats.
• So I gotta wax you with a pack of facts till your eyes are blacked without a pact, without breaking a sweat like Pac getting biggie wet like a cocoa cadet.
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• I think twice like an owl.
• Your discography is full of apostasy.
• It's deceased with disease.
• I dispatch foulmouthed vowels like yellow fever into fowls.
• Your lyrics are foul and slow.
• You are clumsy constantly bucking clucking like a child eating chitterlings.
• A kitten spring chicken with its head cut off like the black chicks in set it off, bagging stacks.
• A jerk blabbing insanity breathlessly itching to ill incessantly harassing like a spastic chicken spazzin off some eats a beige ape bought for his babe.
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• Kids' stuff like water guns and childish two cents are embedded on everyone's page.
• Sis, you copy and paste like you in 6th grade, or age eight.
• Take a page out of my book, or better yet maybe CHRIST.
• Layoff Sis you a lady.
• Its time put the aloof display of childhood away and bring a license of maturity to the light of life.
• I'm like Barney on the playground in the daytime chanting the clean-up song. Playtime Is through. I'm telling you, I'll bury you. The LORD will have you belting blues, like Mahalia cooking fatback at her habitat.
• You should hush fathead until the fat lately sings. Be dumb, like postponement, motionless like a moment for Afeni.
• tune in like a cat so the LORD will chat with HIS doings louder than a conversation, like Daniel when he would not kowtow to the nebuchadnezzar.
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• You lack good manners, like dusty gold, like the homeless you lack a proper getup.
• You're like Diamond hustling for tuition money on a pole.
• Diamond used to be my best friend, then she turned into a diamond in the rough.
• You itch to be spied on, that's why you are in your birthday suit.
• You a class clown clowning around like puff on Ellen DeGeneres like a sports illustrated cover, and you're undercover.
• Your poems are ebonics, so it's my duty to get you hooked on phonics,
• I'm off the hook, won't let you Xscape, you're someone who should be a queen, but you are a drama, Queen jezebel or Vashti, or betta yet Niki.
• You're a bogus queen with fake checks like Megan, or cardi.
• Check all of you off my checklist, make ya checks Bounce like softener for fabric,
• Quit dropping these gross skits.
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• My T.T. peeped it, like Amanda what the hell is this.
• You are a hell-raiser, but my Savior will double back with a razor with a jagged edge on both sides.
• My cheddar is whetted and will make you say cheese.
• Your message is not what I crave to lay my eyes on
• Drop something that will lend a hand to my soul.
• Bless my soul, body and soul like Anita Baker.
• You're a cornball.
• Your blitz is a corny Superbowl of Kellogg's corn with skim.
• You're flakey like the mumble rap you dissed.
• I'm Granny's sweet cornbread in a cast iron skillet,
• You're at the cusp of the game because you don't have any foes.
• I can barely scratch the surface of the trailer trash you yak
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• It's slime that's lousy.
• You like a bitch that goes back to pig out on its own vomit.
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• Your style is from the pagan heathens of the slum, jam-packed with fleas and semen.
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• You hang out in la la land.
• You reckon your tricks are hot.
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• I flush them rhymes down the toilet right along with my piss and menstruation flow.
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• The rhymes float and go with the flow because they are lightweight, with no worth like tilapia fish bred in the garbage.
• That's what you taste like on my taste buds.
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• I give you a taste of the medicine like I'm PTSD and you're a veteran.
• I'm the Oogie boogie man and I ain't going nowhere.
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• Put you Into the sewer system so you can get straightened out by the Holy ghost and the baptism of fire.
• Your lines aren't sublime, they are flatlined. Like I'm Lizzo and I'm flat out spazzin like Snorlax, wrecking your soft skinny behind.
• Your rhymes are sub-par like lime is to lemon
• I'm KFC and you're church's chicken.
• Your sides are more famous than your main dish. You can dish it out but can't take it.
• You're not a pro, like Omarion versus Mario
• You can't test me, You're an amateur like the Apollo.