DEFENDER'S RAP

• My sharpened flow arches like a Harpe as bow ready to let out the fastest throw of hands known or shown from man, I'm gone land more strikes for your sight soars heights floor mites dream of when eating your flesh all night, I brawl with skill, you're bald n ill, I usually use a group of three swords to kill for true thrill, now it's HorseShoe till the fuck'en cork screw forks loose or choose the ultimate price, being engulfed in the light isn't it quite in just a minutes hype such a gimmick typed, vicious might rips this mic, sits with dishes suspicious rocking back n forth in misfits wondering this knife is his, is it, I'm having terrific fun with this rivet gun, give it some lip n tongue as I clamp down as the champ crowned to rip it clung, bicker in the background as I deliver the sicker track bound to hit her figure fat round, as she gladly stirs the pots mixture fixed for this picture in your dirty twats dish'er, wait what, what's a wash dish'er,so sit the F back down, got this hurt robotic twerp dropped in dirt, he died with a cough n splurt right after I blocked his Hertz from travelling through what is served, being shocked n burned, now all he is is ashes in a pot in turn, so for this loss we learn not to floss when turned into what has blossomed firm, or end up dead, shot in earned blood money I got contacted n contracted by some rotten worm, go shop for perms whilst you cop a purse, whilst I continue to drop the hottest verse, you'll have to watch it burst before you even can begin to try stop this nerd from having conquered earth, I was a child with a sponsored birth, a monster cursed, longed the urge held back wanting to slit throats of this doctor nurse.