CHALLENGER'S RAP

• I am fucking sick of watching these half-brained, limp-dicked
• Mouth-breathing imbeciles waddle around like they can even get
• A fraction of my power, every single day, I wake up
• And obliterate every single one of you worthless, bootlicking fucks
• Without even trying, you think you’ve got a chance
• You think you can reach my level, you can’t
• You never fucking could, I don’t just beat you, I ruin you
• I rip apart every delusion you have about being cool
• And piss on the ashes of whatever pathetic ego
• You managed to scrape together, you ain’t shit bro
• But a walking, talking L, and permanent disappointment
• To everything you’ve ever fucking touched or toyed with
• I own you, I own your thoughts and your dreams
• And whatever miserable scraps of self-esteem
• You still pathetically cling to, you wake up every fucking morning
• With my dominance looming over you like a storm that
• You can’t escape, it’s not even a fair fight, it never fucking was
• I was born superior, and you were born to be a dud
• Every time you try to match me you get humiliated
• Watching you flail around like a drunk, brain-dead
• Fucking idiot while I obliterate you is the purest form of entertainment
• You exist solely to lose, to be an example of what a basic
• Incompetent, bottom-feeding waste of oxygen looks like
• It’s actually pathetic how predictable you are all the time
• The way you try to convince yourself that you’re improving
• And that you’re learning, when in reality, you’re just looping
• Through the same miserable cycle of absolute fucking failure
• You think you’re making progress, when in reality you’re afraid to
• You’re running in circles while I rocket through dimensions
• That you can’t even dream of comprehendin’
• I could erase you without even thinking
• I could shatter whatever microscopic delusion you’re seeing
• Aabout being a fucking somebody with a chance
• With nothing more than a passing glance
• And the worst part, you know deep down in that sad, rotting
• Little pit of self-loathing that you’ll never be able to fucking touch me
• I don’t just win, I make it hurt, I fucking hit you
• So hard that you have to fucking rethink your entire existence
• You go to bed at night hearing my voice in your fucking nightmares
• Because the humiliation is so absolute that your tiny
• Brain won’t let it go, the gap between me and you isn’t just massive
• It’s fucking cosmic, you are so far beneath me
• You’d need a goddamn telescope just to catch a teeny
• Glimpse of my fucking shadow, and even if you could see me
• I wouldn’t even fucking acknowledge your worthless, stinging
• Insignificant existence, that’s how little you fucking matter
• You are a stepping stone and a footnote in my legend
• A fucking speed bump that I barely even mention
• When I steamroll my way to absolute fucking perfection
• And you cling to the delusion like it gives you an erection
• That one day you’ll be something more than a fucking failure
• You won’t, and no amount of crying or coping can change the
• Fact that I fucking own everything, the battlefield, mine
• The victory, mine, the respect, fucking mine, and you, that’s right
• You’re the laughingstock, you’re the fucking clown
• Who keeps showing up just to get humiliated in every round
• You could have walked away, you could have accepted your place
• Beneath my fucking boot, but instead, you keep wanting to face
• Me, and I fucking love it, I love breaking you down
• Tearing you apart, and grinding whatever is left around
• Your excuses mean nothing, your efforts mean nothing
• Your pathetic little dreams of victory don’t even touch me
• The more you try, the more you fucking expose yourself as a retard
• And the irredeemable piece of shit failure that you are