CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Writing the blueprint, I'm re-writing the grind,
• Walk a fine line between coke addict and Mayan (genius),
• Abused as a child, beaten and depraved,
• Which made these wicked and evil thoughts seep into my head,
• Murderous tendencies tend to leave your chest full of lead,
• Blood red, unidentified, is what the police report said,
• It's like you tryna get knocked out, lookin for excuses,
• But it seems like the person who has a lot of those, always loses,
• Leave you confused with ill rhymes from my mind,
• Can't back down now, time's up, your fate's arrived,
• Welcome to the slaughterhouse, not that rap group shit,
• I'm talkin bout that place that'll make your every pore drip,
• Sick and demented, place your head on a hook,
• Think I'm going insane, there's blood everywhere I look,
• Look at me, these the eyes of a real crook, or felon,
• That'll splatter your brain matter and piss on it so it looks like a melon,
• Want me to stop talkin on that dark shit but it's the only shit that's sellin,
• So what if God get's offended, I'll see your ass in hell then.