CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Yuh, hoppin' into this battle before the booth,
• White frail kid lemme risk losin' a tooth,
• Over some other lame bitches gettin' lost in the truth,
• Lost in the mix too, get lost off my floosy boo-
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• I get I'm untalented 'en ain't got the flow,
• But at least I make my shit happen 'en always ready to go, ready for the blow,
• Ready for the last hit that you kiddies won't throw,
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• It's that menthol, slow crawl, heavy high but I ain't tall,
• Still taller than you mentally so let's get on the same level,
• I'm 5 foot 5 so I ain't nothin' special,
• but damn it can I take my height and multiple it by several,
• Several times the size of the shit you spit,
• Several rhymes off the top whatchu claim is legit,
• Go puff off this cig til the cancer is big, bigger than my love for squashing' you pig,
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• Now, yeah Imma dip but don't you even panic, I'll be back in a few to watch you play manic,
• When you break down 'en melt like a whore in a church house, wipe the jizz outchur mouth,
• I know you my bitch now,
• Goodbye, clown.