CHALLENGER'S RAP

• You'll maybe do get a gun so I'll go grab a musket,
• final-warnings, t'ill obliterating,
• packs a punch thru those bone-ribs,
• smells like fresh-meats,
• some smoked-briskets,
• painted all-over my new bricks-set and now my mama's pretty upset!
• (Hahaha, well, Good-luck on this one!)
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• Heyo shut the fuck-up and fuckin listen the hustling of the hot-wind comin-at ya whispering to your ears you'll burn in hell just impatiently waiting and wishing-you to fuckin die without any goodbye!
• (Well, Good-Die!)
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• So before you even talk or open your damned-mouth that I've cursed to be shushing forever little mumbler with your liver exploading just alike glass-marbles because it weren't able to filter all my raging-words making your blood boils burning-you from the insides t'ill you die t'ill ashes you becomes.
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• You'll maybe do get a gun so I'll go grab a musket,
• final-warnings, t'ill obliterating,
• packs a punch thru those bone-ribs,
• smells like fresh-meats,
• some smoked-briskets,
• painted all-over my new bricks-set and now my mama's pretty upset!
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• I don't know what is happening cause,
• I keeping predicting people's thought's lurking inside their minds and being right,
• it should be a crime and I should be ashamed but those insight couldn't be banned from my head,
• I just feel it's shredding-me still fascinating-me and I swear I wouldn't die!
• There's still some fire burning in the pit with red ember and black-ashes,
• fueling of determination who gives-me the motivation to continue willing to surviving,
• even if weed is a bit like bargaining to keep bringing peace and some feasts to my spirit!
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• Haven't you seen I've got talent I'm blessed you're fucked,
• wish-you good-luck to overcome because I'll always overrun while having-fun,
• motherfuckin mocking your shits stupid-fool because I overrule this game,
• we're never gonna be the same just waiting you to be lame again,
• just to proove-you I lead the reing awaiting you to feed the sovereign!
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• No-one else to blame if you coloapse but yourself lone priest of your own beliefs,
• just about to release some lyrics to relapse his own craps so after opening his Tinder-app to pre-find a mater for free so he could shows his hoes he lied to get, fucking said you bought and owns a Roll-Royce because you only roll-royal but the truth is you've rented-it for two days so you could pick-up all your gold-diggers and bring'em back to your two-&-a-half(2-1/2) you said it was a complex but in reality is cramped and shows all your complexes with the mess you left-there before leaving when you lied about-it out-loud,
• talked about being talented I'll make-you look so fermented aside compared to me you fucking voice'is sounding so corroded now it is even worts in words and worths-less than a corrupted-politician for-spoken speach to hear dear. (Fucking Worthless!)
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• you'll maybe do get a gun, I'll go grab a musket,
• final-warnings, t'ill obliterating,
• packs a punch thru those bone-ribs,
• smells like fresh-meats,
• some smoked-briskets,
• painted all-over my new bricks-set and now my mama's pretty upset!
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• Fuckin removing a whole chunk from your body ejecting those skunks-scented lungs-out with your life sprunged-out.
• Lurking and destroying with 30mm ball-steal wound-entry with a foot-whide exit-wound!
• That's the deal you're gonna get done if you keep pointing-at me this BB-gun more like some toy-gun from toy-story fuckin humming-retarded holding his baby-gun
• thinking I'm writting here joking for fun just wait till I'll make this crying baby gone!
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• Why even trying to be lurking into battle with me I'll pop-you like an iced soap-bubble with an kittle-needle in this open-rumble fucking mumble I'll make your soul shatter!
• Always trying to rivalise with my talent t'ill I write a new fable who you're being the main-character t'ill I'll disable your fame with nobody else to blame but you stupid-loser fuckin tryin to beat-me at my own game,
• you'll get shamed fuckin lame only thing you'll get there is pain on the menu fucking costing all your potential revenus.
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• fuckin trying to take the Devil by the horns I'll spin-arround fuckin punch-you on the cheecks making your head turns spinning-still t'ill ending on the ground somewhere where nobody's gonna get you found six-feets deep underground unable to stand-up and fight for an other round, I'm waiting, armoring while weaponizing myself with words
• in crowds ready to fight t'ill the fire's burns-out it doesn't matters.
• (T'ill my soul shatters)×3echo-decreshendo)