DEFENDER'S RAP

• Here we go again with this, this little kiddle shit
• force me out of my drunkenness, and make me drop riddle hits
• as in I riddle your body with questions destined to give pause
• ponder this a minute, crap, I just left you slack-jawed
• seems little has been learned from my catalogue of foes left critical
• don't you know that my competition seems analogue and me digital
• as in I become the puppet-master, pulling strings to make vocal chords
• yeah I reach up through your guts that high and craft your retorts
• so a two sided battle, quickly becomes a one-sided ordeal
• leaving you butt hurt both metaphorically and for real
• so you got a bowel resection after my vowel dissection
• just be glad my flow wasn't a fatal blow though near perfection
• I had considered putting you out your misery due to your dying lines
• but thought better of it and opted to make this short work a vine
• and now the world can watch repeatedly you sputter and choke
• watch you fall to your knees, full of hot air, you were just blowing smoke
• but I should ease up, you've just been through a war, you're now a battered object
• stop weeping someone will be by soon from the wounded warrior project
• so stop being so anal retentive, put this loss on the shelf
• but just remember that colostomy bag won't change itself.