Anonymous Challenger

The Re-Occuring world champion Lord Knowledge, hats off to him/
my ring is the Studio nigga, So let the boxin begin//
If your brittle like bone this ain't the place for you/
build up some muscle tissue before you try and come through//
Introducing The Challenger, Fuck That Niggas name/
You Can Write Poems, Like Shakespear but you ain't gettin no play//
Hamlet had its day, and it ain't today///
Written Poems of my death, you better watch what you say////
Its true this is a battle, but a battle on paper/
We Killed trees for our fight, like the barber killed your taper//
If you wish for my death, and your a nigga of your word/
you better put down the waiter with your first hit
or else your about to be served...served..served.served//

your shit aint shit you aint shit
just face it dog you just can't spit
and i aint havin it
you can suck my dick
cause thats probaly all you can do
keep rightin your shit like that
aint nobody's gona listen to you
if you got a livin will for your rhymes
better start comin out with some better punch lines
but if you wona battle me
step to the mic
claimin that your a vet
but you act like a rookie
if you step to me i'll eat you up like you was nothin but a cookie

chemistry i'll spit any time

And you claimed I was whack...You need to visit the Whackness Forum, You need some help kid...Your shit is whack as hell