DEFENDER'S RAP

• Second battle in the ring, a blind match,
• Who knows? Your profile description might match.
• I live to the hype and at least I don't appear puny at first glance,
• No panic, not fumy, I'm corrosive acid when I burn with the beat.
• I'm expecting you to blindly lose, accept your defeat,
• Victory is what I reek, the winning point is what I see,
• I react agilely, no unbalanced force, just a straight line,
• The target is on point, you can run, but you can't hide,
• I'm like a collection of bullet ants, an injection of stings, leaving marks,
• Till you're lost in the dark, surviving on nothing but grass and tree bark,
• You should flee now, I'm a classic predator you're the classic prey
• But this won't be a classic chase, this'll be your dramatic fate.
• You have the right to panic and plan your escape,
• The easiest way is to be Pyunii, surrender and decay,
• Let this be a lesson for the next time you charge and rush,
• I got lot's of charges and all that explosive stuff, I'm hard when I crush,
• I'll leave your skull crushed. Brain to mush,
• Or perhaps your head decapitated buried in the dust.
• There's only one winner, one victor, gold and silver.
• One side, one memorable picture.
• This is the one and only Shredder,
• With that it's time to end this dilemma, signing out.