DEFENDER'S RAP

• I take a vicoden then I'm back on the rhyme again,
• imagine your patience wearing thin, times that by 10 cause if you think you can talk to me like that you've got another thing coming,
• i ain't shit stirring, but there went another insulin and the last fuck i give i wish i did,
• diss me again you could see an early end to your career, earlier than expected, when you start out though don't expect anything massive,
• I'm a rabid rapper, maddened by a madam that can't stand by a fire hydrant for five minute's, madman having panic attacks just because of
• a habit that got me doing jumping jacks and shit, i land feet first in every pit, peat of dirt, the amount of times I've squirmed but I've survived the worst
• cant tell me shit to what is up in my neighbor hood, cause i grew up there, and you didn't, can't catch a suntan, think i was just some man with no plan,
• going mad, well i must be cause i ain't holding back, it seems that for me its easier to rhyme but harder to rap, i must harden, re-guard my head tapped,
• fucking ecstasy fam, handing people tabs and grams of crack, hash and camping trip pamphlets with a bitch that looks like a hammered spanner with a
• cannibalistic fashion sense with a mechanic maniac as a interface partner named Hammersmith, who has a Hispanic accent trapped in bath with mass backhand slaps being tapped back at the van dammit
• having rabid ass hats stabbed and cut gashes feeling trapped do you get it? a sediment? Naw, just bear sedatives and an electric suspension kit,
• henchman equipped with a stick with a bit of shit at the end to take to your face and smear in until you get the message, I'm not one to be messed with,
• but I've already ended you in an ventless tomb, a perspex tube, a curse in an endless vacuum, who's asking why massacre Bruce banner in banana skin acting like action man
• as a mannequin stabbing women in the abdomen for some planning meeting, savage appetite for the destruction of the mic, so awesome i send a like, to the guy who got sort of fried,
• cooled on ice sauteed and served with rice, bread and blood red wine some thing ain't right I'm acting nice, and I'm still alive, i killed the beat but i still need to slaughter my rhymes
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• Rhymes are my thing that's it, survived a hatric mental stabbing, complexual un-happening, must i set such high standards again?