CHALLENGER'S RAP

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• Thought 2015 was gonna be the year I reinforced my beliefs
• But look at where it left me , cowering and ducking for cover
• A life away from my body , just like in the pilgrimages I chose to be sober
• Instead God had me laughing at his goodness jokes, Oh so slow
• Never knew the man I put all my clever faith in was such a silly dope
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• To all ya still worshiping that sick super chickflick,
• Oh you blind mofos
• Look at my shredded wrinkled shell,
• pooped on by very pristine pigeons
• And tell me he dint have a hand in my play.
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• Loosing my titles of the princess ,
• The frog king story was never mine to begin with
• My life was meant to be the after party pickup's after parties.
• I knew the road to salvation couldn't be walked on with clumsy feet
• So Before they could bring in the messedup party fleet
• I drove away with the cleanup van to enforce my glory deeds
• Bumping with things unknown in the quiet darkness, felt like a sexy tyrant
• Turning up the radio to desert the petty gloom of Christmast eve
• I hear Apb's out on my vehicles digits .
• "Young lad of sixteen and a potter scar on his left eye
• If spotted maybe brought down under the pretense of over-speeding."
• Laughing sinister I take of my fake masks and let my long hair loose.
• The meters over 120 now and running low on gas
• Need to stop soon somewhere, fill up ,
• Whats That I hear , sirens nearing?
• Catching up too soon oh no,
• They look me up and down ,
• all the while I'm fearing,
• Young lady, you're overstepping my foot
• Now how much for a strawberry scoop, for my kid coop?
• Wait, What? oh-no shoot!
• I forgot I pawned the van for a ice-cream truck,
• Back at Fare-trades-of-Buck .
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• Barking down the rickety doors of my fav roadside motel
• Greeting old fleece faces ,
• I gale on with my road-trip so darin'
• The child has passed her first test
• The crooks praises making me heave with pride so swell
• The lights go down and there's western shoot out music all around
• and I'm suddenly on the bartop Rhyming like the gangsta I've become
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• I'm finally back the old me walked thru the door is when yo jaws start dropping
• Hell yeah fuck them all bent hell on receiving mayhem stop gazing I know m #amazing
• Worried n buried six feet under this tired life is going down the spiral
• A million worlds fucked up I am n the shit's finally hitting the ceiling hard
• Blimey if I cant role this over in a minute but I'm so #psyched from all these days
• Of rocketing through the scales weighing love meat over superficial
• Blame me do ya ? Well good I'm poison spitting venom eating,
• Chilling like there's no motherrfucka on this planet got the balls to fucking shun me
• So what If I'm downing glasses of red wine like a sly vine.
• Fine, I'm size nine that's a lie you say what proof you got eh?
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• Ay Boss, why aint you dancing at my conquest ?
• A Spit on the wooden floor and a challenge I find in front of my chest
• Either I take this mother down or
• He explodes gunpowder down my feeble throat,
• Everyone's quiet now ,
• Dancing suspended all awaiting the impending showdown
• I'm shivering and withering at the thought of facing my teacher
• Pressure from all eyes around me, beckonin me to stay N tether
• Its time for a new leader, go get him they cheer.
• Crazy ,This old goat.
• Fucker needs to be taught a lesson ,
• I'mma bless with my best disses, No wait Dishes.
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• Mind focused finally sitting on this chair I feel good allover
• #Oddballs fitting in nowhere especially very often made heavy
• by the society's rules and regulations
• Congratulations you've made it through most of the obligations
• now I'm filling out big applications
• cant get yo dirty hands on my disturbed mental formulations
• Happy to see me fly are ya? Well gotcha! Use these commas
• and bite on a guava cause I'm no larva just a full-fledged drama
• rounded all over by clutters no good with words to pack a proper punch.
• But sure you have to see to really find me not hiding just residing
• between my deep meaningless thoughts and confiding.
• This fraud oh when he gonna learn frost and moss
• are the very essence of rhyming blasphemy ,
• profanity filtering in through his thickheaded wholly nurtured woman
• dont call her anything but exploding under high pressure.
• Such pressure cant be handled by most normal people
• so I slither away into the room
• Where I rock her, the second in command and boom!
• Exposure to his loosing grips on the reins he held so dear,
• Cant control his female ,bloody bugger wants to be a leader.
• Its time you hand me down that lead, brother
• Cause in the end imma gonna rip her like a ripper, before new-years
• Nomatter what your position , a weak minister to my lowest minions
• Or out in the dry-land of Texarkana , tied upside down by the riverside of deadly piranhas.