DEFENDER'S RAP

• X5 Jesus Christ, you're a fan boy that's about to die 5 times.
• Those weak punchlines subside, I'll tie this tough guy to a knife and slice his life.
• You must not know who the fuck I am, challenging me for a fucking autograph am I right man?
• I don't sign throwaways but I'll kill you in the worst way, twist your neck with tweezers 'n let your corpse decay.
• My shits exotic dotted lines spotted on workaholics, so psychotic with toxic topics that flip the top off a bitch and leave's em topless.
• You're harmless retarded varnish the targets, regardless I want the loot that's charming catharsis's.
• Can't relate to a fake gay who wears a rainbow chain, this battle is so horrorcore you'll want to simulate.
• Don't act so innocent tear ligaments vertiginous, suspicious participants with villainous syllabus's trifal insolence.
• Throwing bow's at foes the knife cuts close, the crack of your broken nose is heard across all radio's.
• Toe to toe with the old folk will leave you broke bro, on the low I'm getting blowed by your bitch you're an average Joe hoe.
• This shit is far from done fist to cuffs, pound for pound these bars weigh a ton like Big Pun on the run from nuns.
• Banging tracks on the MP3, visionary status has set me free' and vividly given me the ability to set on fire christmas tree's.
• X is as soft as a gummy worm spreading germs, burning his internal organs with every verse I curse.
• Earth is my turf I'll be damned if you reverse the hearse, a dark horse raining upon sheltered horns with force.
• So get a clue you fuckin' fag squeezed in skinny jeans, avoiding me as if this were some sort of disease.
• You're mother contracted itchy knee's, from all the BJ's 'n BG's in her garden as I split 3's.
• Bottom line is you're a lackluster battler, my name should be X5 cause' I'm a higher caliber rapper
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• bitch.