CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I wrote for the guy who wrote for the champ when deadlines became closer,
• he overheated something seized in his brains motor so, that writers block
• transformed from a brick to a slate boulder also, if I took people to court
• that title and chain would’ve changed owners so, I’m about to hit point
• which only digs graves deeper due to U talk about opponents prior
• not getting pussy. BITCH, U don't get laid neither, even if U mixed straight ether
• with trees and had 'em hit laced reefer. U couldn't get a bitch's legs open
• with a push-button switchblade feature. by the way people say
• chicks this prick chase either laugh at his shit-stained T-shirt and pig-face features
• or run fast enough to rip suede sneakers in a quick 8 meters
• like they just saw a myth based creature that poker-playin’ kid named Peter,
• reaching out to more minors than a sick strange preacher that doubles too
• as a substitute fifth grade teacher, a BIG lame creeper who can’t get girls his age either
• close your eyes, take a look back and face the past when U hit me up
• sounding like a fan explaining that U thought greatness describes my raps
• U wanted to collaborate on tracks but got told no thanks, I’d only spit
• if U talked about real life that rap and state the facts.
• cause of that I'd much rather take an ax to make your faggot face
• smashed and shaped until the handle breaks in-half
• because steppin’ to The Great Nate ain’t safe.
• I had to decapitate ya ass. instead I offered to have him paid in cash
• travel/basics and a hotel or a lavish place to crash just for a battle date to clash
• but got aggravated fast because no matter what I put on the line
• this crab wouldn't grab the bait attached. so I apologize to fans that waited past impatient
• before they got agitated, mad while this faggot navigated past the planned escapes and dash,
• I had to track then chase his ass. now I can finally fly this squares top off
• like he’s graduating class, for your info, I don’t care if you lost massive weight months ago
• I ain't congratulating that because it now just looks like those habits
• changed from snacks and cake to crack and H or cancer ate cha fat.
• let’s get back to how your pants an waist is packed with so much flab it chafes and aggravates your back.
• how as well whenever this rancid, waste of trash and space has to take a bath
• he dislocates his shoulder reaching back to wax and shave his ass
• his weight fluctuates back to junky traits from all the drugs he takes
• and so he either malnourished ribs touching scrape with his cheeks in a sunken state or this pumpkin shaped
• repugnant ape that stuff his face like he’s in a rush or race with oven baked dumplings crêpes muffins
• cake fatty cuts of steak until a disgusting glaze glisten across his grease covered face
• then he goes back for another couple plates like he's being polite on a double date
• until his double chin makes him suffocate. he won't leave a crumb nor trace though
• then his stomach shakes and the rumble breaks another chair in his mothers place
• I told ‘em too sometimes U can tell a true bitch just by who he move with. I mean his main man had ball sweat
• wiped all over his face and y'all ain't do shit if that happened to somebody in a goon clique
• would’ve gone beyond two fists maybe your boy is a toothpick and was outsized
• bitch. but he wasn't and his "goons" were there too. Shit, all BIG enough to sink a cruise ship
• if y'all had any balls at all U would’ve stepped in and threw quick at least a few hits but just stood there
• looking stupid and confused about to lose it and threw a huge fit. Doofus
• U gotta ill condition are still afflicted with a pill addiction
• so to get it poppin’ U gotta go fill prescriptions just to kill the itchin’ even with free healthcare though
• you would still need a team of skilled physicians, a real magician along with Dr. Phil to listen
• while feeling Christian until admission and guilt have driven you enough to build ambition n develop a will for quittin’