DEFENDER'S RAP

• You ain’t got the experience during this period like a prepubescent,
• Bars bombin’ unpleasant like Walter White blowin’ up a convalescent,
• Dark mind-state is what I’m accessing now I got opponents hooked on antidepressants,
• You were abandoned by your parents ‘n always neglected, never accepted nor given credit,
• Difference between me and you is, the fact that I’m respected, you’re infected with AIDS, get tested,
• This emcee is whack, skill that he lacks to plan and overcome adversity to release dope tracks,
• You ain’t Big, no Pun intended, these bars smack, bringing Terror to your squad, Joey Crack,
• I’ve been corrupted so what would you do, Kurupt and Daz, giving emcee’s their death certificate,
• Bells rang the Dillinger, I’m diligent, like a piece of cheese I’m splitting your shitted writtens bitch,
• Thunder bombs drop in Oklahoma, citizen’s grasp the aroma of bodies, some left in a coma,
• This bitch is always simpin’, hallow tips ‘n fat clips leaves his body yellow like Homer Simpson,
• You rotten child, bones of the deceased creeped up in a neatly pile with the police on speed dial,
• My bars touchin’ yours inappropriately like a pedophile, I’ll leave your body stiff like a pic on a profile,
• I take ‘em to school with this, stupid hooligan, who you fooling that you’ll be doing good again?
• Your failing every class assignment, sniper dots implemented is as bright as a diamond is,
• Call me Deadshot as I spot the opp, handing out shots, like a Doc, electro, he’s shocked,
• You’re not hot beating the God you cannot, bombs drop, Iraq, take over stages because I Rock!
• Almost every emcee’s holding a grudge but they softer than Bob’s sponge,
• The Dope Doctor is releasing effective sentences like a motherfuckin’ judge,
• You don’t got half the heart, flatworm, you ain’t got half the dick to confront me, bad sperm,
• When will you ever learn that I’m Goliath you’re just a fuckin’ turd, a dick-sucking nerd,
• My bars acidic, GERD, ripping ligaments as if you was a Lego that I’m unboxin’ and letting it burn,
• Wait your turn, don’t overstep, you might twist ya ankle, fuck with Doc he’ll leave prints on your neck signaling you’ve been strangled,
• Bars sweet, no maple, call me Batista the way I’m Power Bombing these rookies through multiple tables,
• After this, I hope you’ve learned your lesson, I’m the teacher, you’re a student, your bars ineffective,
• Your life placed next to a happy-meal right next to the options for breakfast is.