CHALLENGER'S RAP

• The Rap Boys continue to underestimate my cadence. I put em’ six feet deep in their permanent placement
• Y’all ain’t at the bottom, you’re in the basement. If you try to rise I’ll meet ya with a 10 inch knife and get defacin’
• Comin’ at me a 4th time is self-abasement, you’re clout chasin’, each time I strike you’re left in utter amazement
• Cause I hit like concrete and stuff you into the pavement, your downfall’s been cemented, there’s no saving
• Tracin’ my steps, I don’t know why you’re hostile. You ain’t rap-righteous even if you were Pac’s apostle
• Your dissin’ is awful, you can’t be docile. You’re a feisty toddler, I’m milkin’ the bottle
• You waddle to me like a baby penguin and blame me for your beef with others
• You took my kindness as weakness, but I’m your big brother. Ima make like Keanu Soto and win the blockbuster
• A couple lines is all you can muster. Your age is showing. Bros look 8 years old in that profile pic, ima pull out the switch
• Beat you so bad you’ll need a stitch, you acted like that little blue guy on the Hawaiian islands, a misfit
• I emit fits from my two lips to all those unfit to go punch-for-punch with me, your lines don’t hit
• I’m filled with wit. Laugher ensues from viewers of your last three verses, they laugh until they snooze
• And sleep until noon cause your lights blew a fuse. You short circuit whenever you try to come up with the simplest line
• You’re so watered down you’re soaked in the brine, stumblin’ around the block like you drank a pint of wine
• And blamed it on your bloodline. You’re not foolin’ anyone with your sob story, it’s displeasing auditorily
• You’re borin’ me, bro’s filibustering worse than Ted Cruz readin’ Green Eggs and Ham
• At a lectern stand like he’s the man ready to paint the landscape red with crayon cause the public threw him the can
• You’re a flake, you’re not with the bran. Talkin’ to you about conformation is like talkin’ to a caveman, you don’t understand
• That not everyone is gonna agree with you in this game. That’s why rap battles exist, to call out the lame
• You come from high acclaim? Ok, but we’re all humans deserving to be treated the same
• You didn’t get the picture cause you were in your own bubble, except it was a triangle, I call it A-Frame
• To the Heavens I exclaim. I want y’all to be the camels in the eye of the needle that fit through the doorframe