DEFENDER'S RAP

• Heard in the title,
• so penny, wanna battle? well fine cuz i time, and lines in plenty,
• think your deadly? cmon, i got a mothafucking machete,
• imma slice you up like my name is freddy, and imma turn yo brain to spaghetti,
• i ain't gonna miss cuz my hand is steady, and u just too petty,
• cmon, kill me, i dont care anymore cuz on the inside im empty.
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• im dead inside, its like an infection, oh shit! ha! penicillin treats some infections,
• maybe i'll make you into a pill for depression, ask am i jokin, check my expression,
• look at my reflection, issa nother dimension,
• and i feel the tension, but you just don't match my aggression,
• dont show no affection, cuz i ain't offering protection,
• so where's your attention? imma make yo head spin,
• imma make this shit fuckin even, you be the stoppin my dreamin,
• but i already lost all fucking feelin', i know i cant fuckin win,
• but imma keep spittin', and rippin',
• while trippin', to hear ur screamin,
• cuz its my mission, and i got the ambition,
• and i cant stop grinnin', as i kill with precision,
• with my problem of addiction, in the competition,
• you be after my position, and to do that you go by dissin',
• and all that ive given, has been taken,
• so now imma slice yo gut open like im jason.
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• ive got a loaded gun, and yo be named satan,
• imma agent like mason, cant undo wats already done,
• i dont feel like someone, i feel fuckin broken.
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• im to weak to continue, oh wat a view,
• goddamn wat ive been through, now im born a new.
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• Nothing hurts anymore, even the words u said before,
• i try to but now its hard to ignore, the pain that u restore,
• its like a war, an its very hardcore,
• minus the gore, but i cant take it anymore.
• imma fall to the floor, and i close the door,
• but i feel sore, through the depression.