CHALLENGER'S RAP

• //Verse 1
• I'm twisted, not full conflicted into hell
• But switch up and tell you how much I lifted
• In front of them to, next to you is a wicked vivid
• Videos and fixedly gifted to help you to perform a stunt,
• But the more you go blunt, the more you stun your hunt,
• Run in my uniform, it's my runnin' form, war cunt
• Is what they say huh, identified and one gun bust
• And shunned gore, glorified and lorded to the trust lord
• More floor boards bore and fuss, let's cuss toward the dust lord
• Called my four boys to the court, yesterday they walk forward to a rust sword
• Rushed with for boarders in the sort, spotted with chalk, they got chopped like lust poured,
• Chalked up a sentence, watched them get cocked by law, trust floored as they pop pills,
• Popped a present presence as heavens doors hoard, and five more got sentenced to pop pills
• Blue or red, pick the pill, Blue is heaven, red is hell, puppetry hands he controls,
• We're just hell's children in the even deep end, poetry is gods hands as he controls are pens,
• We beg and tell him and we frail and fail to let him rear end our lives to gods hands