CHALLENGER'S RAP

• Taylor Swift, just sayin her name’s a bane and a flame that burns my tongue like a strained refrain
• That overrated faded fuckin no-talent witch slithered in like a blister and decided to switch
• Like a festering sore that just won’t be lanced every track she hacks is like vomit enhanced
• A shit-stack spit back can’t stand the trance where the world bows down idolizin this clown
• Her tunes, are you kiddin me, she don’t wear no crown, dogshit churned by the soulless around
• Corporate fuckwits realize they can push trash in bounds when they slap a blonde on it that’s the easy route found
• Her lyrics, a pit of moanin and dronin whinin bout every ex-boyfriend groanin
• The ones who had the misfortune, notion of stickin their dick in that manipulative ocean
• This chick got the nerve to act like the first to break down, get the fuck outta here, we’ve all been through the rounds
• But unlike you, we don’t exploit our heartbreaks to bank account overflowin
• Nah, we move on, we don’t cling to the past but you keep draggin us back to your self-centered blast
• You’re the queen of victimhood, it’s so damn tragic and can we talk about that voice, just straight-up static
• It’s like nails on a board, a horror to the core, I’ve heard cats in agony that sound less sore
• How did this talentless bitch get in the industry, oh, right, in this world, you polish a turd, that’s the key
• Slap gloss on it, call it a pop star, her voice is a crime and I’d rather be afar
• Anyone who thinks otherwise must be lobotomized, their ears need checkin or they’re brain paralyzed
• And her personality, don’t get me started, acts saintly, but that’s all just part of it
• Underneath the sweet exterior, she’s cold as frost, a snake in a sundress who’ll stab you at any cost
• Taylor Swift, you ain’t no victim, you’re a parasite feedin off drama, then cryin when you’re called out right
• Her concerts, don’t make me laugh, watchin her prance is a comedic craft
• People actually pay, hundreds of bucks to watch this stain play out her fantasies in real-time flux
• It’s a glorified commercial, and people buy it, fallin for it is simply astounding, you can’t deny it
• And what’s with her constantly shiftin her skin, first a country princess, then a pop diva’s twin
• Now some faux-indie, tryin’ to fit in, give me a fuckin break, her depth’s wearin thin
• She’s not evolvin, she’s just desperate to stay relevant in a game that spits out yesterday’s prey
• Taylor Swift, the ultimate sellout whore switchin genres and personas like a daily chore
• All to cling to fame grabbin’ every piece she can and let’s not forget her fanbase, the most brain-dead clan
• Treatin her like a messiah, hangin on every word, it’s like a cult, the creepiest shit I’ve ever heard
• They’re sheep, followin this vapid queen, never questionin a thing, just livin the dream
• It’s pathetic, makes me sick to the core, Taylor Swift, you’re the fakest feminist to ever score
• She uses feminism as a gimmick, a ploy, doesn’t care about rights, it’s just a brand’s joy
• Keeps her name in lights, it’s all she wants, the poster child for fake-ass stunts
• Hijackin’ movements, just to stay relevant, ried to act edgy, but it’s so evident
• It’s awkward as hell, like a chihuahua on a pitbull, Taylor Swift tryin to be cool is just pitiful
• She’s about as edgy as a marble, it’s sad, needs to sit down before it gets too bad
• The media, they’re no better, suckin’ her dick like she’s the second coming, it’s sick
• They lap up her bullshit like it’s gourmet, oblivious to the fact she’s as shallow as they say
• A walkin talkin void with no depth or grace, they’ll never call her out, too busy in her embrace
• It’s a circle jerk, makes you wanna vomit, why does she insert herself in every topic
• She’s not an activist, just a narcissist usin her platform to twist and persist
• Every cause becomes her stage, her show, makin it about her feelings, her glow
• She’s hijackin’ issues to stay in sight, fuck you Taylor, just stay outta the fight
• Taylor Swift, you’re the epitome of what’s wrong today, a plastic, overproduced, overhyped display
• Your career’s built on bullshit and lies and it’s a disgrace that people can’t see the disguise
• She’s a corporate puppet with no soul inside, her music’s as empty as the void she tries to hide
• Her awards, what a joke, it’s proof of the scam, they’ll give trophies to anyone who can sell out the jam
• Taylor Swift winnin’ a Grammy is like a Nobel for shoes, meaningless, shows how corrupt the system’s views
• Her music videos, a joke, overproduced trash, just another tool to sell her brand in a flash
• It’s all style, no substance, just glitter and hype, watchin her videos feels like a diet of tripe
• And what’s with her fake friendships, the squad, a pathetic stunt, Taylor Swift needs God
• Collectin’ celebs like Pokemon cards, showin off her popularity, playin her cards
• But we all know it’s just another ploy, real friendships, nah, just business deployed
• Her fashion sense, a disaster in the making, either tryin’ too hard or completely fakin
• She’s a soccer mom at Walmart, or tryin to be cool, there’s no in-between, it’s all just a fool
• Taylor Swift’s fashion sense is rotten to the core, charisma? Don’t make me laugh anymore
• She’s got the personality of a fish that’s dead yet people think she’s charming, it’s fucked in the head
• She’s fake as they come, no genuine emotion, wouldn’t know real if it fucked her in motion
• People need to wake up, see through the scam, realize they’ve been duped by this shallow jam
• But what pisses me off the most is her cryin act turnin’ victimhood into a multi-million pact
• Instead of growin up, she stays a fucking child buildin her empire on whinin wild
• It’s fuckin disgusting, she’s no artist at all, just a professional whiner makin bank off the fall
• It’s time people stop buyin her bullshit, wake up, realize she’s just readin off a script