DEFENDER'S RAP

• Let's discuss my sickness of this illness vicious son of mine, thinks
• he's Einstein, he clearly forgot his father is a divine with my lifetime
• of crime, disrespecting me throwing grime on my title,
• when I was his own chance for survival like the Bible states
• 'God your Lord you shall respect, Him you shall serve' (Deuteronomy 10:20).
• my child hates his father born with wild traits, which breaks him apart slowly,
• I sliced and diced with my blades of chaos, to get me and you across
• our battles passed the gates of hell, how dare you rebel and tell me
• im a nobody, I made a hobby of killing while you was swimming in
• your mothers womb, now that your gloom let your father slaughter you
• and put you in the grave with the tombstone, at home and ill stay
• on this throne, Loki your women play with my hammer and I gave her
• the shocks from my cock now she's all hot from the god of war,
• before you'd adored me I was the only god built for hardcore,
• theres no excuse I even had Zeus washing my floor and door knobs
• why u giving blowjobs to mobs of gods it needs to stop I thought you could
• chop however the crossbow Is how you throw your ego is what keeps you
• low respected, I expected u to give credit to your father,
• u less smarter not to honor, the monster wish I had a daughter that
• exists, she probably would be harder and sharper in battle,
• and actually handle the travel, and make a good example out of me
• your mother cursed u with a sample of candle lights,
• in every fights all monsters blow u out of proportion, no knives or strives
• with no stripes, sorry let me get your coffin, your really an orphan, often causing problems,
• wearing bottoms you can't fit it is tearing you bit by bit, shit don't visit me ill vomit grab my weapon kit and split your wig I got Loyalty in my DNA like kendrick, automatic with magic and tragic power that you will encounter ill kill and devour, with no counter your only cower once you enter the tower of corpse, too sharp with my thorns, I warned u and now this storm has you torn and worn out, in the drought tell the crowd you sorry to the real god of war your father, the real monster of slaughter and will always be the sharper darker leader of the art of war rest in peace be deceased Atreus, consider this your last battle lesson