DEFENDER'S RAP

• talk about a rattlesnake i'll scrape you with a vipers blade
• the vermin i exchange for trade are worth more than writers today
• you might've said you liked this special grade of toxic plagues
• that rocket through the spaces with vicious rage lifting off the page
• a rotten corpse just lays bodied and dismayed from cosmic solar rays
• i shoulder pain with a rolling cage you only hope to end my reign
• you cotton picking lames often sticking brains with copying displays
• actually you a thought just hit my brain if you stop and think of games
• you can figure out how it's played you stupid freaking music printing stains
• i could extend the lines to enter in an divide you from your insides
• but instead i smile and just lie on my bedside with a hello goodbye
• you're at least tried to win a battle with the dictionary you study every night