CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Do you think you're hot shit because you call people nigga or queer?/
• I think it's about time I make my dominance clear/
• You desperately try to suck on the balls/
• Of rapper's who's songs are played up in shopping malls/
• And how exactly do you think that's gonna go?/
• Steal up their style and give yourself false praise like a stupid hoe./
• Your songs are full of meaningless rhymes of the same bullshit we've all heard a million times/
• "I'm the best, I'm hot, my rhymes are straight fire"/
• You wouldn't know fire if it metastasized itself into a telephone wire:/
• Hung you by your balcony, strung and tied for the world to see/
• How much of a fraud you truly are, while you sharpie on another fake scar/
• Sit on this site hardly know what it's like to truly take a blow that'll make you grow/
• Tell me how your mother works three jobs to simply make ends meat,/
• How your father up and quit and left you temporarily homeless on the street./
• I bet you have nothing powerful that defines you in the life/
• You IQ is duller than a butter knife, not enough qualifications to even be a housewife/
• I'm inexcusably, ruthlessly, truthfully building an immunity/
• To your stupidly written eulogy/
• It's not healthy or wealthy for you to feel like the shit/
• When in reality you're not a single drop of my dogs piss/
• Next time you're sitting alone chiming a melody,/
• Remember you've pleasantly endlessly gained a new enemy/
• If acting tough and putting on a show is how you wanna fall,/
• I'll crush and shake your fate like a shattered magic 8-Ball./