CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I'm criss-crossin any one of you bitches watchin
• Don't open your mouth or it's goin south,
• yelawolf in the slaughter house, pause,
• I'm openin my maw so I can lock yer' jaws
• lines pop out like i'm comin at you in 3-D
• I know your mind, I gnaw at with my gull
• but Imma keep peckin yo ass like a seagull
• off crack and mescalines, left like a mess-of-beans,
• re-fried, no taped scenes for the police to have made
• seen, I may seem like a spring-dream but you know deep down
• shit's never not gonna be mean, this ain't a one night fling-type-thing
• I'm hittin yo ass with the badda-boom-badda-bing everytime a cell-phone ring!
• Know that I'mma keep fuckin this ass, up, 24/7 like Sting
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• When you hear that ding know that this bitch getting me my mink
• that was metaphorical but it may be at times, literal
• liberal in the way I liter you
• left in the grass like literal-pooh, hopin to end up just critical
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• mythical the way I'm hittin you, with this, well-rested, ever-tested,
• drake bell ownin it up on the wishin well, wishin you well, type shit
• because I refused to get hyped like tech during everready
• I refuse to reuse a pre typed
• but I'll never refuse to do anything but reduce the lightning,
• I'm Zeus today, sitting on cloud nine, sniping out your inner-linning