DEFENDER'S RAP

• Sick Flowz I think you need to see a doctor about them 6 toes because you're tripping over your big nose this is a battle not an election you can rig those/
• I will just make my lines long and prolong the fuse for me to explode, I'm from Michigan so I guess you could say my shit's cold I get front row seats to your execution with your parents in the Fifth Row/
• Attack me if you please but don't look back at me on your knees when I am about to swing my axe fast and leave your ass deceased/
• The day i'll be happy is when you don't breathe your friends keep asking me don't leave please bring him back he was a skeeze hell I even got asked by your boyfriend steve/
• The number of lines won't make this pain any easier to bare, this skirmish of a battle really isn't even fair, but I will still stand by and laugh as you're bleeding in despair gasping for the last teeny bit of air/
• Hell is a mile away and you're running out of fuel, the hole goes darker and darker as I take the life right out of you, trust me man you did not want this feud very few that attempt to dethrone me ever do/
• I'm not even trying my best but I've been known to let it loose, just a sight into my thoughts would make you run and get a noose, take a jump from your bunk bed with your fat ass as you snap your neck and drop a deuce/
• Ahem, maybe I was being a little harsh, shit you think I give a fuck about your midget arts, I could record better songs than you ever could if I just ripped 50 farts/
• I could take a giant shit on a CD and have it ripped in parts and sell it as some exquisite art, so shut those monkey lips and listen hard, before I start to take target practice at your eyeballs with some darts/
• I get bored and I take a trip down memory lane, I'm not crazy no but I think that I have been quite insane, I would like to rip your skull from the frame and put it up on my wall to hang/
• I could use your intestines to decorate for the holidays, I think it would be nice with the blood dripping causing stains, it would be festive you couldn't call it plain/
• My mind is dull I guess and time is running short, these lines are so long I don't even think I could write much more, my eyes are heavy I know your pride is sore/
• So here take all of these long lines down your throat and love them all just like a whore..