DEFENDER'S RAP

• I'm agile you're fragile/
• tryna battle the gambler is tragic to scramble the candles//
• The microphone controlla' persona' bipola'/
• gave you this exposua' bars crunchy like granola//
• I'm battling a bastard with crappy standards/
• I'm the typa' nigga to burn the bible in front of Ned Flanders//
• Bars headin' over ya cranium Crazed purp' in a sanitarium/
• glock cocked' in uranium, bullets you've aten 'em//
• I shall inherit the spirit of lyrics, diminish these idiots like hideous affiliates//
• You ain't a Hood-bitch you're just aye Bitch, change your pitch you snitch//
• Lyrics lethal non-peaceful illegal cerebral, the Docs fucking with Dope it's messing up his cerebro//
• Cooking this rook in the skillet, I'ma villain killing pivots in a snippet as the minutes thickens//
• I'm the warlord crashing the scoreboards, the sauce is poured in poor form//
• Rappers these days like the ability to finish thee, initially your knees start to rickety amongst the imagery of your weak artillery//
• Fuck it I'll toss in a couple hundreds for your bounty, place the head of this crook on a mantle as the devils voices surround me//
• Nobody is better when it comes to protecting the turf, smellin' this pests vagina at birth is like being placed in the dirt with worms//
• I got no time to fiddle with easy dinner, lord forgive' this sinner he's choppin' off fingers so they can't cry for help on twitter//
• I'ma mercenary when it comes to adversaries, even Colonel Henry would out run any stationary's cuz you cowards are nothing heavy//
• Sitting on top of the holocaust fence, it was garlocks fault he stomped and chomped on about the the peasants presence it's past tense//
• Stashing in coke in a resort of sorts, there the King pin snorts till his henchmen stab his neck with a fork and take his worth//
• This life is like lemon lime, sweet till you enjoy it then it grants you a nagging wife till her titts sag cuz she's past her prime//
• This realm overwhelms belems, spit take on this hell clientele assassination when I rebel//
• Your hairs in the crossfires stuck in the middle, your tears of that sad life made you write some scribbles you're going to swivel like chopped off nipples//
• What a fucking life story it deserves an Oscar, but I conquer far worse than a mobster chompin' on lobster who sends his men to drown rockstars in water//
• Point is this shit is too obese, so fat your head exploded like a balloon getting popped in the times of grease//
• AK Redd is a fucking sped, he's sick in the head, he'll be dead, not a threat//
• Calls himself a king, ya, the king of being delusional, grab him his meds//