Challenger

And I'm gonna type till my keys go pop

till i got the throne of rap pad on lock

and I got all of you so called rappers

on a virtual glock

you can call me a virtuoso, or a jock

and you can jack off with a sock

But whatever you say don't matter

I'm willing stay up even if my brain splatters

If even if my momma tell me otherwise, you bet

Cause rhyming and i'm spitting through your fucking set

and i drop another set, and i do a split just to get what i wanna get

and strip you free of any sick rhymes you skunk

you stink,you need to get rid of the blunt

and when you boys are looking from me I'll be repping in the front

cuz I got chances

fuck it I got chances

but i need to be quick and thorough to get answers

in the back, with strip dancers

and don't trip when your sister answers

ya bish

take a bite of reality dish

and acknowledge that you're not gonna get what you wanna accomplish

because I'm your competition you bitch

and i dismember any fakes I shit on you

i shed you like the skin on a fucking snake

so fuck you

and fuck your generic raps

you can suck my dick through Jimmy Hendrix's ass

you can try to be like kendrick and hit the blunt and not pass

or you can shut the fuck up and quit rap already before I pass

 

Out.