DEFENDER'S RAP

• To me it's humorous to stab hoes in the uterus, I'm immune to this, I didn't even cry at my mother's funeral,
• Dawg I'm a psycho, for fun I'm the type of dude to shoot kids off their bicycle with a loaded rifle,
• As the parents cry around yellow tape, later that night, sneak in, grab the mom and commence the rape,
• Beat her face with the back of my 12-gauge, then I lock the siblings away in a fucking cage,
• I'm next door neighbors with the devil, he offered me a deal all I gotta do is keep him in front of my pencil,
• Everywhere that I go, he'll follow, if I wanna rape a bitch, he'll be there to help make her swallow,
• I'll split your head open, and eat away at your brain, then I'll slit your veins and feed them to dogs in the Ukraine,
• If you decide to move on in life, I'll always be there do the same shit to your wife,
• We're way past a sin, I know where you live, I'll make a fucking coat out of your skin,
• Then I'll remove every tooth, and add them around a necklace on my size 12 boots,
• I'm just confessin', I wanna taste your intestines, I'll fire a bullet in your arse' like Smith did to Wesson,
• I'll burn your dick with an iron, I'm far from a liar, I'll smash your entire face into a speeding cars tire,
• Fuck with me but you know you'll fail it's a crisis, I'll break off your bicep and feed them to your son, tell em, 'Try this',
• You deserve all of this you're just a junkie, I'll rip off your fingernails and feed them to your puppy named Lucky, but you ain't so lucky,
• Because then I'll grab a chainsaw and rip your balls off and shoot them inside the pamper of ya kid like a show-off,
• I'll staple your mouth like nixon, that way you won't be able to give the proper description to the pigs in the bloody kitchen,
• The carter planche was coughing the gazed caustic which was haulocastic, not half as toxic as this chronic let see how bad your coughing/coffin,
• Someone poured red wine all over my disheveled rug, situations rugged, the equanimity is that, on that very rug I was fuckin your cousin,
• Yo, once you recover which I highly doubt, I'll make you a fastidious tea, here comes the airplane! to your hideous insidious face I left looking chapter 3,
• Open up your book, I have a couple of chapters in there that resemble faux passes, lord forgive me, I vow to never smoke grass in my classes,
• I speak only -wise words to the lords above us, tangling with fiasco's my entire life my destiny is calling me so I must further thrust this knife,
• Into my chest, - it's quite gregarious but my critics fill the plate of idyllic's, acrylic pens fill the blank canvass as the body bag fidgets,
• Fire fly's surround my tomb, no Brigit's, just flaming bridges tumbling those religious and those who once robbed kisses from ME on christmas,
• Missile toes fill the litany that badly run lurid, mantra trays with tea cup pictures, what a lovely life, I don't know what a cure is,
• Can somebody cure this, addiction I got for crumbling critics in each of my writtens the situation I'm in proves otherwise,
• Nobody's bombarding this, nor will I turn narcissist just because the checkered floors resemble murderous hockey sticks I used to smash ya marbles with...