DEFENDER'S RAP

• You do not want gun bars,
• You despise the violent contents in my lyrics,
• but like the illumanati I have an all seeing eye that can see through your spirit,
• your disguise is illuminated and your reflection is not being mirrored,
• those shots you say you fired from the triggers will leave you gift wrapped and boxed up like Joan Rivers,
• they categorise and label me as going in one direction,
• but my words are strategic and mentally infectious,
• call me the zika virus because you already know I am aiming for your temple,
• my buzz is light years ahead of anything you have ever achieved,
• this is psychological therapy,
• I control your thoughts as we speak,
• if your eyes were to wonder like stevie,
• I will bring insomnia to crush your dreams,
• Malaysia airlines flight 17,
• your journey was never going to be as smooth sailing as it had seemed,
• terminate you with a cross on your black box like Malcolm's dreams,
• 283 bodies in my possession,
• I am a mortician playing tetris because these bodies are being aligned in quick succession like the sins of a liar in a confession,
• But your body is one of a kind,
• Mona Lisa because there are more fake elements attached to you than what meets the eyes,
• I am da Vinci with my lyrics,
• so try to visualise the words that I portray and it will become clear as daylyt that this guy's image was staged,
• I will give you the Lee Rigby treatment and leave you lying in a pool of red for days,
• what is that?
• I call that Dead Pool,
• I have the mind of the Yorkshire Ripper with a cannibalistic side,
• Ramadan is coming,
• So I am collecting these bodies in order to feed my mind,
• a whole month of dedication and appreciation for the luxuries I have in life,
• So dear God,
• forgive me for being a Dennis the Menace with my time,
• the street's were calling and I hanged up on you in my prime,
• but now I have returned to you covered with the smeared blood of my victims like native american tribes,
• So if you think about it,
• I have given a new definition to the term,
• wearing your stripes,
• as for this guy's girl,
• I let her cock fight with me because I am known to box chickens like Nick Blackwell,
• leave her dazed for days in a mental maze which seems impossible to escape,
• a sixth round knock-out will leave her glass jaw shaking with fear in its place,
• she is Amir Khan,
• her fighting spirit has run away with embarrassment to space,
• while the stars orbit around her moon shaped face,
• she is joined by the spirit of Neil Armstrong,
• where they both reminisce about the good old days,
• you see I am a boomerang because these punches keep coming back to back like I am playing Wii sports,