CHALLENGER'S RAP

• It started as some quiet fires, an addictive pyromaniac,
• It lead into some trouble, then he turned into a braniac,
• Turned his woes to hate and crack, Started sleeping in the attic,
• His mind is blind in two dimensions, His depression becoming manic,
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• He had no reason to panic, this was him on the daily,
• He read his work tied into murder like a joke in Beetle Bailey,
• He hasn't left the house lately, kinda waits for thing to happen,
• The fires burned his soul, with cold blood madness overlappin',
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• Then, one day, he went to get the paper, saw a pretty lass,
• She had some red and frizzled hair, and looked the part of havin' sass,
• He was thinking of just passing her by, but then, he thought on the fly,
• He should make a friend before he made his final goodbye,
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• So he invited her inside, into his quiet old house,
• And as they made some conversation, she asked if he had a spouse,
• He sat quiet and said the opposite, She giggled and she thought of it,
• Maybe one day, both of them would be able to have some kids and shit,
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• He saw her as quite legit, he had a new fire inside him,
• He wanted to have her close, his burning desire not residing,
• He had a hard time deciding if he can trust her all that much,
• But as the weeks and months went by, he was calmed down by her touch,
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• They never left the house together, lay down by the fireplace,
• And soon, the girl started to wonder is she's seen his wired face,
• So though some thorough investigation, she had learned the sickening truth,
• This guy hit more people off this earth then the likes of Babe Ruth,
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• She had run up in a hurry, In a flash, her legs were blurry,
• When she told him what he knew, she wasn't speaking to no jury,
• He burned down that house and beautiful girl he thought he used to know,
• Now he walks the street alone, another zero in Tokyo.