DEFENDER'S RAP

• Thirty lines its weak,
• I could cause enough divide to separate your life in three
• you're flirting on the line between dying and beating me,
• one simple bad rhyme
• and it collapses burns and crashes,
• I churn out more words in more verse than your rap is
• I'm not here on rap pad to battle with half-wits
• I'm here to challenge the master of rapping, prove
• I am better at their craft, and, you forgetter of the past
• look at the couple battles that I had,
• I don't even need an attachment attached
• that shows me a log of the rap, and the song you just trapped
• don't give me facts, I do not need to know a thing
• to see the line your dancing on is thin, it's not the wisest decision
• to bat eyes and fight Untitled Artist, rest in peace he's parted
• he need be not introducted, his name shall not be discussed with
• he's the Voldemort of rap, a moldy wart stored upon my back
• I've ignored the chore too much so thus alas
• it's time kick your Adam's apple, with ample samples of tracks
• Thirty lines, give me fifteen, give me five, my eyes they deceive?
• you made this rap blind? so you wouldn't have to face the time
• that you would read my rhymes if I could write them when I knew anything
• my mind is spinning, so many words and lines in it, so many disses, I might hit
• your whole entire mic, it's silent, your Miranda rights you've cited
• cus a response is not in sight, which reminds me, i've won this, just waiting for a ton of votes to slide in
• bye, kid!