DEFENDER'S RAP

• You want beef? Welcome to the abbattoir, you effiminate young boys are sure to be turned to mince meat, I wash off your dirty footprints in this game like rinsed feet,
• Exceeding the exodus of your puny little brain, my cranium holds the biological cells with murderous enhancements and I commit homicide in the realm of language,
• The lyrical detective who finds more holes in your repertoire than in the average pound of swiss cheese, bitch please you coudnt stick together a flow if rapping was taught at colleges,
• Assesment of your racket leaves me with an opinion that there is indeed much to be desired, this my raps fire its a pyrotechnic syllable flipping pinnacle of showmanship, you never know what I can pull off,
• See always underestimated but my rap racket run deeper than Capone or Stallone, you are definitely not identical in terms of skills,
• Strictly aiming for the monetary, the fiduciary we finesse, you regress back to infantile delusions as you realise the gravity of this MC, who can drop you harder than gravity,
• Enigmatic, energetic frenetic genetic makeup, activated animal instincts and you headed straight for my crosshairs and slaughter, lyrically I am just gonna butcher you,
• My rap flows are being investigated by fluid dynamics expert, the mathematics entrenched deep requires a replete body of knowledge and literature to unearth,
• Implicated in raps decline, these traps inclined to expose your outmoded content like a world war two half track, WHATS GOOD BOY? you aint finna blast back in lyrics,
• You about to lose, nothing else destiny and fate got to choose for your ass, I serve you rappers like cold soup, aint nobody finna drink that!
• Damn Im about to body you unethically, no funeral service provided, but I guess your weak reply counts as your last words and this is your eulogy,
• The exhibitionist, excessively blessed intellectual MC who will decimate you like a bunker buster, I penetrate the deepest reaches of any man made catacomb or bunker with my verbal,
• So sit back, kick back and smoke in the herbal, as you ponder over this freak of nature, I will make sure to curb any enthusiasm for battle rap you got,
• Slowly but surely, methodical madness unfolds, the skills of an artiste, leave you out in the cold,
• Eggs and toast, Im kicking it operating like elite rangers in this rap game, whenever I partake in these competitions your physiology show biomarkers of fear and stress, HA HA,
• You couldnt pull off a victory against me if you had the devil in your corner boy,
• Im on my Rick Ross shit - I stay schemin' and dreamin', gettin' money and pussy my only concern, you small fish in a pontoon, we in the great lakes swimmin boy,
• My backstroke got you flat broke, this lyrical gat stoked to be fired and kept in tip top condition,
• You try to copy and bite my sound, but Ima tell you one thing straight from the dog pound, theres only one alpha and one who hold the crown, Ill take you on bushes or downtown,
• Tryna make your slimy debut in world star hip hop with a rap that is about as boring as a weather forecast, boy your raps put me to snore fast,