CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Cthulu of this game of riches, rap is not just fame n' bitches,
• Rythm and poetry, knowin me,
• I got the only key, unlocked it, let it go at me,
• I got the foe in me, muddafuckers are lowin' thee,
• When you're knowing these backstabbers,
• And whack rappers eatin, beatin, sleepin, repeating,
• Moaning me, I guess I lost respect, breakin' the bones of me,
• Fuckin' and muckin' and taking the micky by buckin' me money,
• A furious stigma pickin' me, trickin' me,
• Oh I see, zone in lead, lonely G, fanboys groping me,
• Motherfucker, I got puns, and locked guns, packs run,
• Blowing macs, smoking gats, owning tracks, showing axe,
• To attack the track n' eat the beef n' beat and defeat the neat,
• Treat the theif, reached the chief and retrieve the peace of peeps,
• Get more goners, recieved with honour,
• Heart formed into another genre, I'm not the father,