DEFENDER'S RAP

• You're like 'David Butler' you're innocent behind bars,
• If you're an artist, we need to redefine art!
• You lil' fag, don't try and act like a rapper!
• You'll get ya head-rocked like a die hard thrasher,
• I'll punch you in the chest till ya ribs cages shatter,
• Write' kindness on the weapon and stab u with a dagger,
• Son' I kill wit' niceness, but you, you're aims wrong'
• Jus' coz ya' got a licence to kill don't make you James Bond,
• You'll get shaken not stirred, I'm Haloti Ngata, sucker my games strong'
• I'll have this lame bombed, but there's connections to ISIS,
• I'm righteous, I'm underground so my raps are priceless,
• Venom sick but there's no antidote, you'll get hunted like an antelope,
• I'll bust you' open like a cantaloupe, the loaded lux could kill ya like ya calico'
• But I don't need a gat, I'll murder you with metaphors,
• You're no exception, I slay all my competitors,
• Step to me? deep fire is imperative,
• Coz when I've finished you'll be speed dialling a therapist,
• Is Venom sick? I'm Gwen' Stefani, I leave no doubt,
• If you spat verbal orgasms you still please the crowd,
• You claim you're cold, I guess that's why you're always unheated,
• You're bars are repeated, you're shells are depleted,
• I'm like Jonnie Peacock, I still win even when I'm defeated/de-feeted
• You'll probably say V cheated, but I'm lyrically monogamous
• After this battle, V will knock ya confidence, slayin' you with' consonants
• Coz being in and out of consciousness is the consequence of fuckin wit my squalidness
• I state my predominance in documents, sucker you're weak!
• I ain't talking sodomising but you're arse will get beat,
• It's sick when this vet preach, but you're puns are non-existent,
• This is battle rap, you should be dissing with consistence,
• You couldn't kick verses if you drop kicked my mixtape,
• Sucker you're bitch made, I'll murk you with my switchblade,
• I'm quick to dictate venom is sick mate, I look at you with disdain,
• You look at me with dismay, I'll punch your fucking' lights out'
• I ain't punchin on sum' risqué when V tell you to pipe down!
• & I ain't pissed at musicians, but I'll tread all over ya organs,
• I ain't Louis Vierne but damn, dead on performance,
• You're bars have no importance, that why you step with hesitance,
• You're like Dilated Peoples coz you ain't sick, you've got no evidence
• My excellence is evident and venom stay' emulous,
• You're pieces are all lies like the speeches from your President,