DEFENDER'S RAP

• Prayin' to the Lazarus that this shit don't get too hazardous, bitches pull out your cameras,
• This bitch is cancerous, spitting hell to multiple Catholics, below average last battle had her staggering,
• The Dope Doctor perpetrating the watcher as he stalks his daughter, everywhere he follows her,
• Can't get her out of his head, the dude is turning into a monster, getting in the way of his honors and scholars,
• Havin' dreams about her, the woman just can't seem to escape his thoughts, the pain won't stop,
• He tries filling the slots but the fucking shit just won't go away he's trapped and tied in a knot,
• I wish I could express the way that I'm feeling, but she's too far away, damn, my hormones are fuckin' bleeding,
• I'm sick of waking up and feeling so heavy chested, even though my sleep is perfected, I'm always rested,
• The woman that I love is so far apart, that the fucking pain is going to make me drive a knife through my heart,
• They say to ease the pain you can write it down, in the form of an art, but this feeling is really tearing me apart,
• It might sound cringe that I'm expressing myself, but it's the only way I feel this problem can be dealt with,
• Yeah back to this wannabe Meg, she got in the head with a fake-wooden leg, never earning no bread,
• Your style is bootleg and nobody is going to buy a single CD that you make, you're on the loose - end,
• Dope Doc is stressed the fuck out, nowadays I don't know what the fuck to write about,
• Dissin' these cows is the way I release the anxiety that's biting me, people don't realize I'm dying, quietly,
• I hate to use the excuse that I got anxiety and shit, because I was brought up to not feel or fear any bitch,
• But after time the feelings really took over my me, *yawn*, fake meg you are really boring me,
• I mean this sincerely you rarely throw out any bars that are taken as ordinarily that's why this shit ain't fair, G,
• Damn, why you gotta' be such a fucking carbon copy, your motherfucking body found in the lobby,
• Maserati, shout to Kendrick, he's racing, those bars you spitting are lazy and slowly pacing,
• Your bones we breaking, drop 'em off at the police station, they'll laugh at the situation and take a vaction,
• I'm implying' you're a joke, and I ain't lying because everyone on this rap pad battle site agree's with the Dope.