CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Hold up, grab the mic, truth is I ain't ready for a fight.
• Why is that? Cause I ain't even have to try to rap like you spat.
• So before I start get the doctor here stat.
• Too late.
• No debate, determined fate, earned in wait,
• Churned in hate, burn created in antissapation,
• Infiltration of anhiltaion, invasion like a s.w.a.t. force,
• No remorse for your source of danger from my anger,
• Punch you so hard your mama would feel it,
• Crunch two bitches make both of em kneel or sit on it
• You ain't even conceiving that you're a fraction of a rapper.
• Reaction of yours is wacker cause a white boy rapping blacker
• Got you blocked better than a locked up Green Bay Packer.
• Your rap so bad you scoring me safety's,
• You're boring maybe cause you're Romo, you homo.
• Stop wearing that tutu before I start staring like count ducu.
• You're spooked too, your shorts are dirty,
• Thirty some odd number of pants already.
• Deadly bombing cause I'm evidently Disarming,
• Harming you, charming your lady, calling her baby,
• Saying maybe you can call me shady.
• Waiting on your rap to be over so I can know for sure
• That you took my lure, now I'm gonna ratatat you out the door,
• Grabbing the gat that's gonna make both those knee caps crack.
• But I know you know me, you ain't getting off that easily,
• Not like your girl, pun intended. This rap is done, ended.
• Winded ass piece of shit, deceased as how hard you spit.
• Winner! Winner! You're that cocky chicken dinner.