DEFENDER'S RAP

• VERSE 1:
• I keep it realer than Randy with his rhinoceros horns,
• screaming, "fuck the police" like 2pac and his porn,
• this is purely art, and this is raw hip-hop in its form,
• I'm at the tip-top, I'm hopin' y'all flip-flop in this war,
• you wonder about my lyrics? That shit's obvious whore,
• I'm making albums, wonder what I'm dropping it for,
• poppin' shit off, get to bloggin' and to copping it or,
• I'll be under your bed at night, so drop to the floor,
• 'round the clock, till I make my own Clockwork of Orange,
• so cower when you hear that loud knock at your door,
• lock it, make sure, that all of your shotguns are drawn,
• I'm Lucifer, I'm more like Shady or like Hopsin to y'all,
• I don't give a fuck about you 'cuz I'm mocking it all,
• cocking guns, 'cuz you know I rap cocky and more,
• so come against me, bitch this shit is chopper galore,
• I can run up to the station, grab some hostages or,
• I can shoot 'em there, dress up like a cop and abort,
• and I'll end up in a bed up in the hospital locked,
• the mission, fight for my rights like the Beastie Boys,
• and leave the court, shoot the judge, head for East Detroit,
• I'm crazy as a Ouija board, at a vacated beach resort,
• headed for another world, starting many beastly wars,
• running from the cops like that shit is an Olympic sport,
• I slice the track in two, like my words are a ninja sword