DEFENDER'S RAP

• I'll lay the pace, you name the place, You have shame as face, I'll enslave your race, I bet my set has the right threat, I feel i haven't even begun to write yet, You probably have idiocracy titled under your collage degree,you're more of a fail than attempted robbery, more frail than pottery, You inconsiderate illiterate idiot, don't tempt me to empty Pepsi all over this pesky emcee, I see plenty of envy, I bet you're the Princess, impressed by incest, so you invest in a pink dress, all good, just compliment the condiments dense contents, with confidence or do I need to keep up the constant hints, I have stack's of fact's on whack rap to attract attack, you seem like the tween type that fiends Skype, metaphorically I can toss acropolis across the top of metropolis, there is no stopping this, not even the doctors fix can drop a drip to relieve the pain after I had popped your hip, trust, you'll never believe again during this apocalypse, also get that cock in lips out of your esophagus, now go back to the drawing board cos I'm yawning bored. Letting the Dick grow, phosphorus. prosperous gossip hits my way and I'll hop to grip some pot to flip, also a pair of scissors to have your nostril snipped. Boss at this, is what that kid's, on the mic, cleaning your dirt, washed dishes. don't look away or I will be the cause of your lost watch, quick as, sock softeners. You're soft like cotton tips, I'll body you, I'm Godly Dude, forget shock I would have rather shot critics with a Moss vintage, held to your fuck'en skull, whilst you, sob, plead, news, your family is waiting your return, but I've stopped visits, popping them one at a time like pop rivets. don't think if you've kissed my ass, that you're not at risk, from me stabbing your neck with this Fish'en Rod, I robbed off of Rich, if you didn't bob n dip yeah than the Rod has ripped your throat open, pushed off the cliff, for show boat'en, when we can see, you're no token, so go home when told so, or get ya dome broken, often kicked till your no longer responsive shit.. well he wanted to fight me.. so come on, give, more than that, or you'll never go on to live, just like Gohan, did..or more like didn't, my rhymes soar heights hidden, for more than just your five minutes, Alright, we all like to admit it , I've topped the top with wits, exposed them for faking scenes with topless tits Shouldn't have beefed with me, I eat emcees up lyrically like we was at an eatery, as demons bleed the beast in me, get chopped to bits, Sprinkle your wrinkles in a tin spilled, like Chocolate chip's,what?didn't want to die?,should I just have dropped a diss?what is it that has complete composite of every single conscious tick, that pulsates alive as your skull breaks aside, no way to hide, inside of this mind disguised in operative. I don't know, that's why lines are shown to find the known and research that shit till I've reached earths flat ship. as I let my fist fly cooperative.