CHALLENGER'S RAP

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• You steppin’ to me, man, you must be lost,
• Thinkin’ you a boss, but you softer than applesauce.
• I’ll roast you so hard, you’ll wanna take a nap,
• Your bars so weak, I’m callin’ ‘em a bedtime rap.
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• You think you’re a king? Please, stop the pretender,
• Your whole style’s faker than a Tinder gender.
• I’m a heavyweight champ, I’m known to deliver,
• You couldn’t drop heat if you fell in a river.
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• I see you tryna flex, but you ain't no winner,
• You couldn’t break bread if you worked in a dinner.
• Your rhymes so cold, I might catch a chill,
• But cold ain’t hot, so your raps ain't a thrill.
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• You’re like a knock-off brand that’s gone too far,
• The Dollar Store version of a candy bar.
• You talk a big game, but you’re just a clown,
• Only time you spit fire’s when your Wi-Fi's down.
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• You rap like you stuck in dial-up times,
• Bufferin’ your rhymes, never finishin’ lines.
• I’m the high-speed flow, you laggin’ behind,
• You’re a download paused—forever declined.
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• I’m the punchline master, I roast and serve,
• You’re just a meme, gettin’ lost in the swerve.
• So take your L now, it’s written in the code,
• This battle’s been won—consider yourself owned