CHALLENGER'S RAP

• What's wrong, what's gone, what's none,
• don't tell-em,
• what guns, what drugs, they puns we laugh, mad-cops playin around-us like we're diamonds.
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• Yes we shines,
• but it doesn't means we're crimes,
• look-up high in the cimes of the sky,
• I'm higher than-you,
• even reaching your prayers who confirms you're a little player in there down-there.
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• Come-on here I'm waiting your golden-ticket to jail so I could burn-it right in front of your very eyes to teach-you how I use my Zippo like a pro!
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• My senses are as sharps as Sans's ones fucking doging all your prick-kicks and fagot-punches while eating the dusts of your previews-you I've met before then I've wrecked so hard you'll become difformed I confirm. (lil-frisk)
• Be aware of my megalovania's thoughts who's are echoing bouncing-in-off-and-out off this head surrounding and enclosing your fool-soul, before you'll know-it it'll already will be too-late,
• it'll already be shattered!
• It'll already be dusted!
• You're already fucked!
• Fuck luck, luck sucks!
• Aim-locked at-you,
• fuck-you I'll use my glock for ya little fagot!
• (Lil-magot likes hot-thots always calls backups when shits strikes snorts coke t'ill broke so sucks cocks t'ill the clock tell-him to stop or cums flods his mouth like rhum in empty pirate's mouth with an enormous dirty-load like the cloths gettin washed at a charity and or donation organization to get paid cash-money so he could pay-back his rents because he spended all his money on addiction like a dick-succionned t'ill circumcised in his mouth!)
• (hey bro 20 is 20 no-homo)
• Fucking fagot I'll squash you like the magot you are with those wrath-crafted killer-bars!
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• Hey do not even try on't tip-on me I'm highly-explosive and intrusive in your mind I see you slurpin dicks t'ill cumin t'ill you burps,
• fucking cops can't do a thing on me!
• You're not the first,
• you're not the last I've seen but you'll not everlast,
• you'll succomb to my reing with rat-poison in your veins,
• bringing-you faster than ever to your own petty-lonely-clowny-toumb. (just alike a lonely Looney-Tune)