CHALLENGER'S RAP

• This first rap will solidify me here.
• At worst it'll liquefy you as a queer.
• I'm pissed, bet you think I'm easily dissed,
• but there's something you missed..
• My lyrical fist is never amiss,
• knock you back, let you reminisce
• blocked my attack, those words together can never coexist.
• Put winning on your Christmas list,
• give it to your parents, cause it's apparent,
• that you're an adolescent kinda peasant,
• that'll never inherit those kinds of presents.
• Or for that matter that kinda presence.
• I'm drastically, masterfully, creating a masterpiece,
• Mathematically, exasperatedly, going in circles,
• you're in the middle, I'm the circumference, Urkel,
• what'll work will be mine to use, get you lyrically abused.
• I'm gonna win and you're gonna lose.
• That's as simply put as it's gonna get,
• you're just throwing a fit while you spit,
• stop sucking on ya mommas fucking tit.
• I'm the titty police, better fucking drop that shit.
• Wittingly I'm a verbal detector, and I'm a rap-bot.
• Guess you could call me inspector gadge-ot
• would you like to see my rapping blueprints,
• at the expense of your life because your a nuisance.
• My exuberance is a reason for my protuberance,
• in another sense you could relate it to my cock...
• protruding, while your bitch is flocking, intruding,
• into these pants, if you need us we'll be spooning,
• this bitch is mooning me, saying if you want to be screwing,
• me up the ass, just ask, what an opportunity that I'm not gonna pass.
• fuck two hoes up the ass, one lyrically, and empirically quite fast.
• the other one, might go so slow as to rewind in time, oh no.
• you're about to get whipped all over again.
• flipped your shit out, I ain't even sober, my friend.
• guess this is nearing the end... now tell me who wins.
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• me, bitch
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