DEFENDER'S RAP

• You again? Looks like Doc' resurrected,
• Ain't you had enough of being so disrespected?
• I sell organs on the cheap and call it a dead give away
• Yall can buy Docs parts for shit, plus I'll ship em same say'
• Last time we battled, this doctor turned into a patient,
• But probably swore to god our verses were adjacent,
• This time it's death, I'm on my Freddie and Jason,
• Threw mean to the dogs and made some space in the basement,
• Yall both weak, got the swagger of anaemics,
• I'll kidnap this Doc and force feed him feces,
• Doc you'll never be sick, you should prolly quick rappin,
• Think I'm gonna take the L? Dawg that ain't gon' happen,
• More chance of marrying Megan Fox or sexin' bad models,
• Or catching an A-sexual taking trips' to mad brothels,
• Sucker you're the bottom of the pile and wanna dance wit me?
• Might aswell be Rockin' Robin' and I'm on that Mayweather G'
• I'm a full blown assassin, lyrically packing and strappin'
• When these rookies pass by I keep my damn mandible snappin'
• Lookin for flesh to feast on and limbs to juggle,
• I'll toss you from the Empire state down into the rubble,
• I'll drive a fourty ton truck through ya motherfuckin property,
• And make it crash harder than the fuckin Greek economy,
• Little bitch ass cunt, I'll kick you in that damn Mangina,
• Then turn your blood into Transylvanian cider,
• You always say 'real talk' but sucker your facts are trash,
• You ain't a hit,man so it's ironic that you're strapped for cash
• You're a broke ass virgin, I'll make you swallow them teeth
• Your family hate you, they'll mean it when they says GOOD GREIF,
• I'm a motherfuckin savage, I'll turn your insides out,
• And tear your head off bare handed if you call time out,
• You're cruising for a bruising but I ain't talkin' bout Rihanna and Chris,
• More heart than doctor who plus I've got a passion for clips,
• I'll make a stew from your liver and beat your skull with a hammer,
• Then throat fuck with you with razor blades in a threatening manner,
• I'll aim my Crossbow straight at your Achilles heel,
• Then rip the arrow out and ask how you how the fuck does it feel,
• Shit I'll shake all ya lobes and break all ya bones,
• Son my telescopic sight came with a strobe,
• But I don't need the beretta to put this Doc' outta business,
• The hit-man twenty blocks away shot out the witness
• My fist has got the power of a meteor in top-flight,
• I'll come crashing through ya building like a motherfuckin chondrite,
• Put Doc in that catch-22 you can call him Alan Arkin,
• Have him crying and screaming when this chainsaws sparking,