CHALLENGER'S RAP

• stir it further than your surface level nurtered shit when i serve verses that hurt like burners
• murder it in a circular swirl, i’m hurdling toward your cervical, shirt’s burnt, your words are worthless
• a mercurial serpent converting your shit and stirring the corpus of murder
• the truth is, you flew like you’re stupid and were reduced to a nuisance, i’m cruisin like a Subaru zooming
• scoop em with spoons and i choose to include em, they blew fuses from viewin it
• you foolishly drew shit inside of a room full of students who knew
• you were doomed, a tomb and a pool that’s infused with some goon’s homebrewed shit
• reduce em to food in a zoo full of tools who still cant even move, bitch
• ready to shred every desert edge threat that ever stepped in, effectively injecting venom in every sentence
• like i pressed next episode on Netflix which every bitch who attempted to step to this level should do
• settle like sediment, emcees who never even entered the event, pressed a dented red
• lever at the end of a vending setup near the bench, wet pebbles in the cement
• selected a Pepsi and it said rejected, checkin whether the rest of the settings
• had reset, then set a second effort, entered seven then left it to beep, kept a checklist
• level headed, never left it, been trekking seperate blocks just to get some shit through
• that i meant to send ahead but instead had to press through the checkout, ear pressed
• to a bent cell headset yelling retry, bent it again to get it connected, attendant checked the system
• and said it never detected shit, next step was a desperate attempt, spent ten minutes, headphones dead
• a test i’d invented, eleven events and you’re pickin a fight, and end up like that clip of the biker
• who slipped on the ice and then flipped on his side while a kid on a trike
• went flyin by and the guy’s tights got ripped and he skidded upright into a sign
• grabbed a spatula, travel sized hand sanitizer, tapped Apple Pay and passed the cashier in the camo mask
• who asked if i had the app while my bag strap snapped in half, had to drag the damn thing
• opened the back gate and mashed the map app to plan the last lap
• for that half price candle pack they had on Snapchat on Saturday
• crumbs tumblin from a cupboard i smuggled next to some Dunkin donuts
• trusting the budget like a shovel stuck in mud, dumping you in a bucket
• lunged at your bunch, jumpin through bullshit like the mother of thunder
• you buttered your rebuttal but none of it stuck, fuck up your lungs like you huffed
• from a jug, combust into dust, crushed it like luggage that busts when you tug too sudden