CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Yo wassup
• I'm from the 20th-century's generation yet got all the 19-90's intentions loaded in this gun made of words,
• so there won't be easy escapin from this shootin of puns so you better runnin before they catchin to ya and killin while you're chilin inside a McDonald's game-structure like a child-in at middle dining.
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• Ain't flexing blings,
• I got none,
• and I'm not interest to own some,
• What thruly matters to me is to live-well and to departure with a good farewell,
• no needing the green-stacks,
• only wanting to chill'n dabs,
• while I cook beats spiced with lyrics in the lab.
• (no times for rehab!)
• If you ain't happy with it you can sit-down on both your knees blow-me bitchy and please-me slowly.
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• I'm here to change the game and crash the lames with that mass of sines waved to sharp my blade's edge made of words! whow!
• Commin hotter than a slim-shady with some miladies twin babies waiting to blow-he on the back-seat of his Benz-Mercedez from the years 80 and no I ain't dissin-he he is quite a hero for me because in his musics vocaly rapping he showed-me and lyricaly raping he opened-me!
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• No-blings,
• Still happy,
• No rings,
• Still happy,
• No money,
• Still happy,
• No rides no glides,
• I'd still be happy,
• because they're all complementary to me,
• just alike to marry nowadays with all those hoes hanging then and around us just waiting the next guy to suck a dick cause it is all they thinks and cares about those present days!
• Because if you ain't present enough no matter the efforts you puts they're probably gunna cruise theirs job mates because all they wants is things that are easy'n juicy in the shape of a stick that rhymes with lick and it makes-me sick!
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• Reingeneering the game bits by bits makets after makets getting rid of all those fragile-fagets,
• gunna eat them all like some McDonald's chicks nuggets
• Cause all those fake-rappers nowadays acts just alike some sweet babies with a sour pussy drinking free shots of sour-puss at the after-hour party!
• Reingeneering the game bits by bits makets after makets getting rid of all those fragile-fagets,
• gunna eat them all like some McDonald's chicks nuggets
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• Yess baby it goes like it and I ain't motherfuckin Slim-Shady Ima bit more like the grim-reapy!
• And to the fuckers who thinks I'd be scared to rap-battle-him
• Yes I'm scary I'm creepy and I won't hesitates to kill-he lyricaly if he diss-me!
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• Getting-rid all the lame names in the game,
• then removing them from the fame,
• which starts by lil and rhymes with ill but got no skills for real.
• Fuck,
• I mean look at'em they ain't gifted for a shit and this probably is the reason why their dads lefted'em on a sprint.
• (And this bar is called a stab in the heart!)