CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Hey GK, I guess today's the day, the day that you bow to the true
• king of this place. I find you lack of faith disturbing, so I'll
• lash you to the Death Star and roast you early. You wonder why
• i'm being lenient, that's because behind blue eyes I'm a deviant
• I'm not a rolling stone, I don't have moss, I'm a beatle, I drive tanks
• into your lot, A utter madman with a plan to murder stans
• I told you motherfucker, stand down or be slammed
• that shit you sent me was so so, a virtuoso would've said
• "no, ho" but I guess the fact is you don't know. Your duet was shit
• so here we go. You spent all your brainpower on something incomplete
• so Dog, take a seat and breath or your lungs will fly away like
• Prince Harry's testes, he ain't got any balls or any brains, you
• have both, give up the game. I grew up in the backstreets yo. I know the
• flow, what are you doing with Vrrt? He's worse than a backhoe and lower than dirt
• at least you can attest to having a great selection, your verses are
• redundant like year old westerns, I wonder if you'll even try to use it
• against me, that I'm a 30 something dude with no clue of how to
• do things, screw it G, I find fulfillment in fun and fantasy, fuck a frag
• and lob it at the dragon that tried to trash me, much like you, it got
• smashed into the burning keep of Helms deep. I'm the alien in that UFO so run
• I added an M60 and I'm about to BBQ a ho, bilateral bitch blasted
• off center mass and spastic, went back to the bank and cracked it
• I'm not holding the world hostage, it's your chick, she seems to like
• it when I lick her clit and cut her neck with this knife I shit.
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• And don't tell me I don't know new things, my Letter of Intent got praise
• and I aim to please, I aim blades at the top of your knees, then bring you
• down to my level, I'm the Anti-thesis of woke see, you're disheveled
• Woke is an acronym of frantic sin with a tragic tinge due to a manic
• fringe syndacite spewing some processed zings but we're not listening
• or so they like to sing, mucus and screams are behind the door
• that BLM sees, thrasing around in water now black with soot
• I shot one and told the other you were shook, you might want to
• run, she's mad when she's pissed, I clocked the bitch and locked you
• in with her prick
• like bread describes cheese, you're useless
• as a man in his prime blind to the other side, you're toothless
• you're riding with a hag who can't even spit, why even try to admit to it
• Vrrt is the Seattle Seahawks of the rap world, your lungs came unfurled
• and ran for cover after you hurled. You pack an AK-47 in that PFP, well
• you'll need it, there's no defense against me bitch. You're used up and have no
• backup against the horde, my lyrical presence denotes vengeance
• and war, VW, Violent Weapons, come at you with an axe or eleven
• I'd drop the gun and hop into the trench, there's a war coming and it's
• saying "Run prick, no quarter given, news at 11:00 GK murdered alongside
• Reven"
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• Of course you'd expect to not listen, GK flattened by a tomahawk missile
• I'm no patriot, I never served but I'd give a leg to see you squirm
• I boughta Kukri knife, best it hurt or I'll take an F18 to your house
• and napalm your shirt, drop a bomb on your turf and rape your nurse
• This is a war sir, drop your skivvies and kiss my cold firm ass
• that just got back from the perm, you fucked her but I delivered her
• sperm, So i'll take this treat of a knife and tuck
• Cut across your belly and spill your putrid guts
• Sissyass and shit baby won't ever get back up
• So tell Vrrt that his days are up, right after I reduce GK
• to tissue paper and blood, that I'll show you the sun word
• You won't see it coming, I'm a shadow to your eyes you're
• never going to catch me, I'm the gingerbread man, I showed up
• at your house, ate your food and ran
• like an afghan, crazy like the son of sam
• with enough muscle to remove the hoover dam
• I'm the planet crasher with enough strength to make Satan have cancer