CHALLENGER'S RAP

• You call your raps in your mind a masterpiece,
• my bars are like spikes nothing soft like microfleece,
• you know I winning no need for Turkey and Greece,
• bars like planes bombing in the middle east,
• takes you days to finish like fucking yeast,
• my bars look too good, gotta be a rap modiste,
• the words be spicy like cinnamon,
• the crowd keeps asking whats the sin of him,
• about to burn you to the ground like a 80s organism,
• like I MacReady killing the members infected,
• your death is coming the reaper accepted,
• your face in your pillow like a tick embedded,
• the coffin 6 feet under is where your last bedded.