CHALLENGER'S RAP

• This is not a math equation -
• I'm here to leave you blood baked, earthquaked, and covered in abrasions.
• I'm a demon in this shit - sold my soul for a bit to see if I'd crit and become
• a hard hitter.
• This taste is kinda bitter - Shitty rappers flood the game only caring about
• the cheddar.
• Better call Chester the Cheetah because your raps are fucking cheesy
• You're not hard because you sip syrup, steal beats from Macklemore
• and straight take lines out from under Wheezy.
• It's straight sleazy - To see the unoriginality inside ninety-nine point five
• percent of spitter's in this shit, it's enough to make a mother fucker quit.
• But I don't, but I won't.
• I'm the pesticide that lives inside your brain inside the cocoon inside
• a shell inside the excuse inside your mouth -
• And when you speak, your words are nothing but weak.
• You try and creek to cause a racquet, your threats hold nothin to back it.
• Instead you're drowning in a sea of your belittled testimonies begging me
• and pleading me to drag you up and out -
• Of the pain, sky's full of bloody rain.
• I'm the messenger of Kingdom Come, my word can't be undone.
• This intro is just the start, I'll cook you crispy like a burnt my Pop-Tart
• My name is Sigma, I'm summin' it up here for ya.