DEFENDER'S RAP

• Evil stories told brought, lethal dread, into RapPads no likers
• i mold into a hot head skull, for people who, have ghost writers
• hold bold chains locked around your throat, you know, ghost rider!
• bound them chains, till it pops open those brains, no finders
• brainless? no remains, not even a thought to contain this
• infliction i'm given, eyes wide open, bars close in your prison
• i was chosen for this wicked mission, loaded roses hittin
• your casket, more tragic actions splashing like a leaking gasket
• my rapping, has adapted, dark art increasing rapid; i'm needing
• to cease that breathing, i start by grabbing a hatchet, blap! bitch
• your chest, i cracked it, leaving no regrets, like what happened?
• another mother fucker smothered, fact, my raps stack wins