CHALLENGER'S RAP

• sick and demented with my lines, guess it's because of all the trama
• burned and imprinted on my mind
• visuals stored up so long they been fermented with time
• so potent your can't wrap your head around this rhyme,
• you don't know hard life dawg, it's foreign to you like a mail ordered wife
• this internet thuggin is buggin, like a fly at a bbq buzzzzin for nothing
• undercover cops on robot fakin, smell worse than old onions n bacon
• homie you stankin
• you think you slick but you just pigs in a blanket, bout to get cooked with
• the heat in the street
• and served to the reaper, call that a late night feast you just been R.I.P'D,
• deceiced the beat quicker than a torch cutter cooks cut meat
• you can't deceive ones the come from the slum
• squintin with confusion from my lyricial fusion got you lookin
• chinease cuz you ain't used to the losin
• turn you into sadie a rednecks old lady and get you used to catchin a bruisin
• this battle I'm not losin I'm like a car on the autobahn homie, no speed limit
• and I'm cruisin
• hoodneck pimpin cuddie,
• take a five star chick to a two star red lobster and feed her
• chicken while I eat the lobster
• and I still get her to pop off her bra like we celebratin a special occasion
• on a private plane poppin x pills and drinkin chamgpane
• gettin wasted
• you see how I killed it and mamed it cmon homie there ain't no way
• you can take this no matter what yo name is
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