DEFENDER'S RAP

• *Devil* Big assignment, Mr. Hutchison,
• you're task is to become a musician,
• Get in a position to fuck the game
• harder than I did your girlfriend,
• Fuck their minds worse than inception,
• rip apart their brains through lyrical dissection,
• Hell, yeah, rap is your profession,
• 'bout time this game sees an interception,
• *Angel* Hell no, Eric, those goals are generic,
• there's nothing this idiocy compares with,
• The chances of succeeding
• are too small to exist in numerics,
• You sound like a fucking parrot,
• monkey see monkey do, I swear it,
• It's just repeated words coming out of every teenagers mouths,
• it's just a phase you're in,
• *Devil* Is rap what you want? Is that what you haunt?
• Is attackin' a mic as ecstatic as schoolbooks? Huh?
• If this is the fuckin' plate you ordered,
• you're finishin' it before we leave the restaurant,
• Do you like being a pawn? Like having a drawn
• out life by someone who you is certain is always wrong?
• You've only got a set number of years 'till your childhood
• is all over and all of your goals are gone!
• *Angel* Don't listen to him, ignore the confusion,
• don't you dare jump over to conclusions,
• This is life, and you've only got one chance to do this,
• listen to me cause I've already been through this,
• If you want an answer, I've got a solution,
• you should refuse to listen to these rebuking pollution,
• This shit has already been proven,
• so don't waste your time, get back to studying school, and,