CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I feast, you're out, I mean, your lyrics are ass
• I beat, you're Kd-out I mean your gammics I'll pass
• I've been, I cleaned, That mean get yo ass outta-there max-speed,
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• Cuz if you stays-in the slaughter you better start to pray-in hey I won't have any mercy no thank-you then no welcomes only ice-colds death-strophes running thru your veins alike poison t'ill you gets death-strokes to your heart-,beat.
• (Bitch better startin flinching her knees-caps then startin suckin my dick's tip t'ill it's cumin-on while I sing your dismissin onto the MIC spitting venom with my mirophone)
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• wana-a-tip to try to win you wish? I'll give-you,
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• better look-out for directs directed to your head then the jabs racing to your jaw like a bear-paw because you'll may pass-out reading those bars shoutin-loud then grippin to your throat t'ill you choke with that mouth shutted of your's and I'm just startin-playin darling wait t'ill I have finished stretchin you ain't gonna be mocking I promise my verses are polished.
• Starting today with that pre-rinse sweeping your bullshits out of that damned mouth!