CHALLENGER'S RAP

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• (Hook:)
• Just too slick, with the click, of a Bic, that I'm flickin'
• Like a flame, to the wick, burn ya clique, inquisition
• For a lick, of non-fics, in my tricks, of this diction
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• (Transition into verse:)
• A magician of linguistics, and I got 'em volunteerin'
• Ritualistic, via demon', -stration bondage domineerin'
• No restrictions, when I'm hitchin', Scotty's daughter to a tree, it's
• Prohibition, in abstin^ence, just to halt a "knowledge" heatress;
• The resemblance, in nar^rative, mytholog' Theogony, it's
• Re, -minded me Prometheus, freakin' flashes in the pan
• Boy I'm hotter than the Greece, slick like blasting it with Pam
• Slick like water when it freeze, you collapsing on it bashed
• Encrust rhombuses to teeth, that's James Allen out the trap
• Bumpin' Aubrey since '13, I'm nostalgic of the past
• From blue collar just to eat, to sweet apples of the craft
• That's from "bottom" to the "peak," or you glancing at an ass
• The badonka-donks I seek? May the fanny have some mass
• Alice Klomp in tight blue jeans, where I fantasize I'm pants
• Have us swap now she's on me, but my phallic thinkin' rash
• How she's causing athlete's feet, and Pineapple she's known as
• Those enzymes go at proteins, and my package gettin' JACKED.
• Like porch pirates with my genes, to be ravished by a vamp?
• Prefer rockstars like Lzz-y, Snow Queen Andersen C. Hans
• Please barrage me with the sleet, not a cadger for her cash,
• (but) She's jaw-droppin' this banshee, hot 'nuff to platinumize my splash
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• (Hook:)
• Just too slick, with the click, of a Bic, that I'm flickin'
• Like a flame, to the wick, burn ya clique, inquisition
• For a lick, of non-fics, in my tricks, of this diction
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• (Verse:)
• You see Rick's, one who wrecks, in a fixed, disposition
• And the pick, is top 6, add a 6, in division
• Who is next, tick-tick-tick, rolodex, keep on flippin'
• Doin' flips got ya slippin', I'ma slide on through the DM's
• Of ya vixen, "wanna kick it," insert onomatopoeias
• 'Cause we met up, really kicked it; sharp heels squashin' my oui-oui in
• French Connections.
• So my fist clenched, punched her mommy-milker, leaked it
• Like a pic sent, showed my friends it, now she cryin' over tea spilt
• (So) I unzipped it, and I whipped it, sat my haunches 'bove a litre
• Of the liquid, from her whimperin', and did squats until it steepened
• Told her "drink it;" threw a bitch-fit, tossed my tog' into the ether
• Guess we splittin', called her princess, now she calling me John Cena
• Yea I'm dippin', this whole chicken, guess it's Karl Denke season
• 'Til she picklin', then I'll fridge it, guess I'm jarring for a reason
• 'Til unstiffened, and it squishes, else it's blocking my trachea
• If ingested, I'mma retch it, but it's not that I need Jesus
• Gave me crick-neck, nah I'm kiddin', I have Tardive Dyskinesia
• It is vicious, I mean viscous, the asphalt that I'm gon' sweem in
• On the circuit, feels electric, and it's shocking when they see it
• On some real shit, it's a hindrance, might smoke spinal anesthesia
• Guess the Neckar, mess with fish'men, not apostle Simon Peter
• But his brethren, the first minion, saint of collars with the healin'
• Yet he didn't, I'm still crippled, now I'm conjuring the Phenex
• 'Cause I've risen, with poetics, and it's finding me relief in
• Inhibitions, with expression, I can rhyme any-fucking-thing
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• (Hook:)
• Just too slick, with the click, of a Bic, that I'm flickin'
• Like a flame, to the wick, burn ya clique, inquisition
• For a lick, of non-fics, in my tricks, of this diction
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• (Verse:)
• Still I respect, Fulton's devoted callin'
• Just not in the, cult of Jehova's fallen
• 'Cause the bull aroma's crawlin', where the wool is ova' optics
• From the culling quota pol'tics, an impulse to point out nonsense
• Like some mullock-pokin' Con Reps, with insulting jokes to Colin
• Ov' what bullet holes in Dolph did, to the old guy from The Waltons
• Hullabaloo, cold, crestfallen
• World's coppin' Dolce & Gabbana, arguin'
• Ov' whose full mimosa's tallest
• While I'm paying tribute, to Tularosa's Paulsen;
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• Out of reverence, the man's books
• Every riveting, classic
• Down The River, in backwoods
• Wish you could give us, one last one
• Forever, you lastin', you'll live in memoranda
• Out of reverence, compassion
• For Ruth, to soothe, I'll deliver a canvas
• With an Indian Paintbrush
• "Happy belated anniversary,"
• 'Cause I'm a benevolent, stand-up (person)
• Who's chivalrous, yeah but
• Still in lascivia, so afterwards
• I'm driving to Albuquerque,
• To kidnap Olivia, Gatwood.