DEFENDER'S RAP

• I'm of course morbid usin’ a torch,
• torchin’ his organs
• Storin’ them more then,
• have em’ pourin, make ‘em mournin’
• It's important that I pour ‘em to make a poor portrait
• ignore the more I ensure to ask cause for I insure bore
• I'm known to blown bones at the throne in the drop zone
• I'm engrown in you like a gallstone Ill poke holes
• in you like the ozone,
• sweep over like a cyclone,
• postpone the show,
• then show you the lyrics that pin its lost physics
• like a movie you just rented, spented with your pinsion,
• as the tension has risen and still at its beginning analytics
• of gimmicks that he rips with pinned precision
• like an MC shittin’ out tracks like a piston
• while missin’ somethin’ within him letting him get beheaded
• She said She never wanted to see me again
• I had no idea when I wanted to scream again,
• as we ascend into the depths of heaven,
• she's the part of me that's missin’,
• it's seeming that those holes have my blood leakin
• I can see the damn grim reaper,
• I'm a demon,
• the devil tore my heart to pieces,
• I don't want to stay in this world keeping to myself, for me it's not needed,
• now all I want to do is lie on the floor bleedin’