CHALLENGER'S RAP

• heineken is controlling my mind again,
• i'm rhyming grand, but i'm getting violent,
• and i won't prevent any aggressive content,
• and now i'm huntin' these motherfuckers down,
• no matter if their purple, asian, white or brown,
• i'm the king without a crown,
• i got all these clowns duckin' to tha muthaphuckin' ground,
• now i like the tune of that sound,
• i smoke strain to make my mind maintain in this ice cold world gone insane,
• to less the stress and pain,
• in the hope to get blessed by the lord in vain,
• but i never will cause i sold my soul for a starter pack of lacking skill,
• all these emcees got dreams that gone beyond real,
• thinking they get famous from things nobody feels,
• he writes verses, he curses but he never kills,
• his shit, cause he ain't shit, cause he's a pieca crap,
• we don't readcha lines bitch we already know you're wack,
• don't speak no mo and go smoke some crack,
• cause that's the only motherfucking thing you'll ever be good at,
• i'm the mercyfull, i'm hatefull and graceless,
• my gun gone zombie, cause he left yah faceless,
• don't try to burn me buddy, cause my style is tasteless,