CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Oh yeah, big Bobby Sands in the house,
• Reppin' the Provisional Irish Republican Army.
• Fighting for civil rights for Catholics since I was a wee lad.
• Get ready for the beatin' of a lifetime ya Hun bastard.
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• What's the craic mate, how's it goin', I hope you're alright?
• Whatever the answer I wouldn't be sure because your rhymes are pure shite,
• You rap about fishes and earthly creatures,
• You won't be rapping much more when I've beat yis.
• My work is better and I smear walls with fecal matter in my hands,
• Because I'm the notorious B-O-double-B-Y Sands.
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• They tried to lock me up in Her Majesty's Prison The Maze,
• They banged me up so quick my head was spinnin' in a daze,
• And I'm Bobby Sands I didn't let that stop me ya'know,
• Try as you might, and I know you will, but you can never stop my flow.
• I'm gonna strike your work, it's not a choice but a matter of civil rights,
• Your rhymes are so bad you'd think they're written by whites.
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• So say what you want, I don't even care, you can never hope to beat me,
• 'Cause everyone know I'm PIRA I'm the one and only Bobby,
• You sit behind your computer screen like a poor pathetic man,
• Well just try and stop me, like the RUC think these bars can,
• I'm the modern-day Jesus ya'know, I died for the Irish peoples' sins,
• Meanwhile you must get your inspiration from waste in trash bins.
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• I hope that I've schooled you sufficiently mate,
• One day you might be able to fathom the hate,
• But I suppose until that time,
• When heaven forbid you learn to rhyme,
• You'll just be a loser in his mum's basement,
• If I see you on the streets I'll knock ye to the pavement.
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• MC Sands out.