CHALLENGER'S RAP

• there’s no holdin back like fiends with a loaded glass
• when I catch ya slippin clean out your Rover’s back
• I will fold ya in broken halves
• throw you like a shoulder pad .. no fuck that
• I will blast heat collapse meat snap spleens
• to overpass your lil’ track meet
• U will get smoked like a soldiers pack
• turn it to a soul collapse, no one gettin’ over that
• U a damn fool due to U act strapped
• but never even load the mag a reason for me to clap three
• leave you ghosted in your dads Jeep
• half screamed have 🩸 leakin out the cracked seats
• I foresee the scene more nasty than bath salts and bad dreams