DEFENDER'S RAP

• The divine has never defined me or given me guidance,
• I'm a man who could shake the hand of god like a vice-grip,
• Take the iris of my enemies eyes with an ice pick,
• Lobotomizing the minds who likely mightn't be as bright with
• the words of a kind that have never truly been sighted,
• Move through the illumination to the dimmest of lighting,
• Try not to be frightened as I pry open your eyelids,
• And you bear witness scared shitless to my morbid devices
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• Keep your eyes peeled I might be standing behind you
• With a scalpel and vices to hold open your spine to
• Remind you what it's like to have some backbone behind you
• I'm spiteful there's no denying, delightfully violent
• You're either blind as a bat or I am frightfully silent
• Not right in the mind it's quite the night for a tyrant
• So try to be wily and witty and wary and while it's
• Scary I'm precariously perched to poke til you're eyeless