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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Verse 1:
- ay 22 savage I got murder on my mind, nothin' but bloodshed
- Gotta let these demons out, fillin' up with red
- It's a cold world, where killers roam behind shades
- I'm unleashin' pure rage, leave 'em with nothin' but pain
- F*** peace, I want war, my mind's a loaded gun
- Tearin' down these walls, watchin' 'em all run
- I'm a ruthless soldier, street's my battlefield
- No mercy for these foes, makin' 'em beg and kneel
- Chorus:
- Murder on my mind, it's a dangerous grind
- Sippin' on revenge, let the chaos unwind
- Livin' on the edge, always ready to kill
- Voices in my head, it's a twisted thrill
- Verse 2:
- My pen is wicked, splittin' words with a vengeful flow
- Call me the grim reaper, I reap what they sow
- I'm a predator, huntin' prey, it's my game
- Leave 'em shakin' in fear, rememberin' my name
- Gonna jump in the ride, with a drive for destruction
- Steppin' on the gas, paintin' the pavement with instructions
- Got my clique right beside me, ready to unleash havoc
- Disconnected from reality, purgin' like a psycho addict
- Chorus:
- Murder on my mind, it's a dangerous grind
- Sippin' on revenge, let the chaos unwind
- Livin' on the edge, always ready to kill
- Voices in my head, it's a twisted thrill
- Bridge:
- Blood drips from these hands, can't wash away the stain
- Drownin' in this anger, it's drivin' me insane
- But I won't stop, can't stop, until I'm satis-f***in'-fied
- Makin' every motherf***er wish they never crossed my side
- Verse 3:
- They taught us survival, but we became the predators
- Scarred by the streets, we face demons, vendettas
- Illuminated by this fire, burnin' like an inferno
- Infinite darkness, my soul is colder than winter snow
- You can't understand the pain, the scars we bear
- I wear 'em like badges, fearless, we don't care
- Murder on my mind, forever trapped in this mental cell
- A rage that consumes, a wrath no one could quell
- Chorus:
- Murder on my mind, it's a dangerous grind
- Sippin' on revenge, let the chaos unwind
- Livin' on the edge, always ready to kill
- Voices in my head, it's a twisted thrill
- Outro:
- Murkin' minds, we reside in the night's abyss
- Blood spillin', echoes of agony, it's remiss
- Welcome to our world, where the ruthless survive
- Kill or be killed, this is the life we strive BY 22SAVAGE
DEFENDER'S RAP
- let me tell you 'bout this savshit
- Thinkin' they hot, but they garbage, no sage
- Their flow is weak, their bars are lame
- Can't even spit fire, just a drill-game shame
- They try to be tough, but it's all a front
- Savage's rhymes are worse than a pun
- I'm here to expose the truth, no sugarcoat
- Savage, you're garbage, and that's a fact
- Your drill beats are dull, the production's weak
- In this game, you're a rookie, got no streak
- You think you're scary, but you're just a joke
- When it comes to drill, you're the one that chokes
- So pay attention, savage, take a bow
- Your rhymes are trash, they'll never astound
- I'm the king of drill, you're just a novice
- Step aside, son, you're not up to the vice
- Aye, listen up, I'm droppin' truth bombs 'bout this dude Savage
- Thought he was elite, but his raps are nothing but average
- He's a wannabe drill rapper, but his skills are just a joke
- When he spits bars, they're so weak, they're sure to provoke
- Savage tries to flex, but his flow is so basic
- His punchlines miss the mark, they're so tasteless
- He's all bark, no bite, just a mere imitator
- In the realm of drill, he's just a mere imitator
- His beats are wack, his delivery is off-key
- Savage's style is played out, it's easy to see
- He's all talk, but when it comes to walk the walk
- He falls flat, can't even rise to the top
- So take a seat, Savage, it's time to face the truth
- Your rhymes are trash, they lack any real ruth
- I'm the drill king, you're just a pretender
- Step aside, son, your reign's about to surrender
- In the world of drill, I'm the one they remember
- Savage, you're garbage, it's clear as September
- So bow down now, to the real drill master
- Your time is up, it's time to face disaster
- cause this Savage needs some schooling
- His drill game is weak, and his lyrics are cooling
- He tries to be tough, but he's just a clown
- In the drill scene, he's a joke, and that's no crown
- His rhymes are so generic, they're hard to digest
- Savage's style is old, it's a real regress
- He thinks he's unique, but he's just a clone
- In the drill game, he's the one that's all alone
- He lacks creativity, his metaphors are lame
- Savage's bars are dull, they'll never ignite a flame
- He's all about the hype, but the substance is nil
- In the drill world, he's the one who can't fulfill
- So listen up, Savage, it's time to face facts
- Your drill raps are garbage, they'll never attract
- I'm the king of the game, you're just a pawn
- In the realm of drill, you're the one who's withdrawn
- Your time in the spotlight is quickly fading
- Savage, you're garbage, and it's not debating
- I'm the one who's real, the one who's authentic
- In the drill world, you're the one who's ineffective.