DEFENDER'S RAP

• I’ll make drones fly to your position to spy onto you like Crypto, legendary like I’m the Pokèmon Xerneas, you don’t even have the lyrical mentality to parry this, you casual, I’ll phase through you easily like I’m a phantom, I’ll dodge your bullets like matrix, but I’m the antagonist and you’re the protagonist, Devil like I’m Kazuya, these bars will make you look entirely different like girls with plastic surgery, but you’re a boy and wearing makeup, you got no bars to “make-up”, you got soft rebuttals, great sword like Mako.
• Debunk you like Nexpo covering the horror genre, death be waiting in the corridor for you, shooting up like an AK-47, you’re no match for me, hit you like G-mod with a crowbar, you caw louder than a crow, can’t comprehend these bars? (Crowbar), bull symbol like RedBull, Poseidon and Carabao, slice ya’ neck like you got a hickey, more scientific facts than Wiki, you more annoying than that girl in Dexter’s Laboratory, my inventory filled with diamond when yours is filled with 64 blocks of gravel, sink you down like gravel.
• Faster performance than Eminem in Speedom, Speed-you deadlier than Flash, no Reverse, make your coffin crash through the hearse, can’t beat me, I’ll make you un-spread, infect you like Covid-19, quarantine? No, we ain’t talking Rec, remixes like Dax, build up, better than your muscular scale, growin’ up a whole 6-pac, make you run a whole 80-miles, but instead I’ll just call you Papa Doc, (PD)HD like I’m trekkin’ the racks, do you not get that? Or you just brain-dead like Kevin?
• You think you’re such a catholic, after this you’ll be going to hell as a well known atheist, tear you to shreds, you already laying on your death-bed, zig-zag? Nah, I’ll make that like go straight, “Will you shut up, man?”, like Joe Biden on the presidential debate, givin’ you all of the hate, using you as Gator Bait, GB like I’m Gibbie, make you fall to the floor, do you not get that? Pay homage to you, tippin’ the top hat, I’m using top-strats, going off chats like stock-markets, masterpieces like Picasso, throw in a lasso.
• Finesse you like Sneaker-Meetup, your teeth’ll be broken when my sneaker meets up with your face, you a whole ‘nother generation, better be calling you “Gen D” because you’re a disgrace like Poppy’s by the tree dump water Florida, (Al Buddy) strap you up in a One-Zee, run you over with my Hum-vee, chop you down like Lumberjacks to trees, Lumber you like I’m Jack, if this was a video game, you would’ve had low stats, but this is reality, or do I have to snap you into it? (Infinity Wats), twist your hair like Getto-girls.
• Make you turn pink like a flamingo, we talkin’ Albert or Flamingo? Physically and verbally assault you, being a huge Aussie, I’m a self taught rapper, after this you’ll be chickening out of every battle, make you go “I’m not a rapper” like SUPA HOT FIRE, spittin’ super hot fire, you runnin’ a marathon, can’t even “track” these bars, you got the wrong address, make your adrenaline bleed profusely, you thinkin’ you’re speaking facts when you “deceive” me, I’ll leave you sadder than single men that were left hanging by their spouses.
• Underground choppers like Lil-Hollow, no Interchopper, infinity lyricist, no war, insert bars in like a chopper, you acting all kid friendly like COPPA, heat dropper, bald-headed, no stone cold Steve Austin, more explosions than Boston, you an Aussie, thinkin’ you can stop me, more Crystal Gems than Steven, you comin’ in from a different region, ground you like ground beef, no Gordon, I’ll cook you up like Ramsay, watch you cry.
• I cut through your “epidermal layers” with “verbal lasers” Sharper than razors on the feet of “olympic ice skaters”, i'm about to assassinate you like “big notorious”, rapping so well about to be victorious, you should retreat, because you cannot defeat me, only time I take L's is when I'm driving my “Lexus”, you're about to take the biggest L might as well be named ”Big L”, come out of your shell.
• You ain’t a nobody until you’re dead, bite you harder than a T-rex, statistically decimate you, you on the bottom and I’m the top, (numerator and denominator), you’re the slave and I’m the creator, take you to Anger Management, because my AM goes to G’s as I cut you into pieces affably, you lay down on the ground as I start to berate, it ain’t your birthday, I don’t care about your belated day.