CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Yo, I step to the mic with a potato chip,
• My rhymes crunchy, but they kinda slip.
• You look like a dude who eats soup with a fork,
• I beat you in chess with a plastic spork.
• You rap like a squirrel on a sugar high,
• Wearing sunglasses indoors, why?
• I’m the lyrical llama in your grandma’s van,
• Stealin’ your fans — both of them, Stan and Dan.
• (Hook)
• This is a diss, kinda… maybe not?
• You smell like cheese that’s been left to rot.
• I’m the king of almost spittin’ heat,
• But tripped on my rhyme and fell off the beat.
• (Verse 2)
• Your crew’s called “Mediocre Thugs of Doom,”
• But y’all got grounded for not cleaning your room.
• I rhyme “yo” with “go” and “flow” and “no,”
• Then forget the rest, like, uh… Idaho.
• You drop bars like I drop spaghetti,
• Your breath smells weird, kinda fishy-fetty.
• I’m the GOAT (Greatest of All Try-Hards),
• My notebook’s full of expired punch cards