CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Change...Hope the nation gets better as a whole,
• sink the bottom of a drain, gut nobody can cum-plain,
• I strain my stress as I repress my rights, I left my hand hanging,
• thats disrespect, naw the mano shakes the cabeza, get it?
• I grow here off of my skin, the top of the nail fails to scratch the surface,
• because the layers of brain leaves my mouth wordless, how many words can
• you contain and integrate to determine which is worthless, my girth is as wide
• ass I make it, the brass is shakin' and the bass is bakin', no references to pigs, butt
• the mass is quakin', the class is ache-n' their minds are breaking free,
• not into reality but humanity is what it is, get it or do I have to pull the wiz out,
• furget that, memory erases just inn's cases of guilt, what kind of law system we
• hilt-er stay at Hilton which was kilt kin, generations of education lead to determination
• and extermination of the germs, not knot see's candies lollipop's rape women
• from the womb in. when they wash their hands, they sanitize and dramatize, Obama's lies,
• advertisement should be meant for a mutual transaction instead of a crucial faction,
• take action, your satisfaction is a contraption used to save your ego,
• like how your mined follows wherever we go, fuckin' stay jackin' off like the fagets on Omegle.
• dickheads, foreskins, fourwinns, and golf clubs. he wicks beds and stores bins in more inn's
• with Adolf hubs. Nasi'z the poetical prophet with an album, lemme cop it.
• I'll shop lift and get caught with a basket full of caskets, my mask gets sweaty as the
• sweater's stickin' steady, im ready to run...but this po-po strapped with a gun
• wouldn't let me 5-0 my grind caused im trapped in the back of the patrol cart,
• as they jacked it from Ford, in their younger days,
• they couldn't afford so they stole like the hoard, all aborad!!! now your memory is stored.
• This ain't really a battle just a front so they stay on the hunt
• for the runaway slaves of the underground...
• a quarter for a shorter hoarder off the border,
• file sorter, nile order like the long lines and jail times,
• hail dimes from the sky, God gave you a gift, you use it,
• dont you try to deny or abuse, you confuse it
• with Confucius, dont be useless and accuse piss for a test failure, why do you think the Jews
• nailed your father, he's OURS, not yours or whores who open doors to pop Coors
• or mop floors with their top drawers, I'm not talking about their... bra, straps, pantie hoes!!!
• Now, let me crawl back into my cave, where the blood stains and crispy crackers that I krave.
• - If you think I won this bat, I'll hit you back at the rave with the nine-inch nails to engrave.