DEFENDER'S RAP

• Metaphors improving via the editors fire presenters begging the creditors excelling past normal temperatures burning the senators
• Got a Dope style too irregular to fuck with Doc he’ll turn into a villain like a wrestler on the regular, packin’ more digits in his wallet than a cellular,
• I’m a rabid man bullets flying like Pakistan playing Eminem in the can to see what you’re packing Stan,
• Structuring lyrical syllables exceeding the pivotal pinnacle spitting at principals in a manner that’s despicable.
• Kicked out of elementary but every time I passed by the homies still remembered me having thoughts of bringing a fuckin’ Desert Eag’.
• All the rage couped up in my brain had to release it onto a composition page so I wouldn’t set-up fools and blast their tiny frames.
• Most proclaim to be the Don of mane, can’t maintain a perfect strain of battle reigns, the pressure is building I needa’ exit by targeting my veins,
• I ain’t scared to go back to them darkened places, gassed up hatred boutta’ be farting in the haters faces, blinded by the reality like I was nailed with bottle of maces,
• Dreams of the war keep dragging me down more and more, taking down leader’s equipping C4’s and blasting their families four door Fords, leaving a neatly pile corpse,
• This situation has me contemplating, the Doc is runnin’ out of patients/patience, cuz it’s difficult to be maintaining healthy relationships,
• Depression silent as a suppressor can’t wipe off a sad expression can’t sleep so I keep having smoking sessions past eleven next to a semi-auto weapon.
• Thinking about pulling the trigger, I ain’t a killer, but these thoughts is pushin’ out a sinister villain like Ice I was chillin’ to kill I’m not willing,
• The living is giving many chances to break out the sinning, overcoming this feels like a big winning lottery ticket, I don’t get my way so I might resort to robbery picketing,
• The police deceased like war bound Vietnamese weak at their knees begging for peace and violence to little cease like Biggie’s cheese,
• I increase the hostility having this ability to pull out weaponry from the utility blowing up facilities sucking on titties as nasty as humidity be,
• On the past I dwell and rebel towards hell the burning smell cast a spell due to the Bars surrounding like Manson in his cell,
• I’m too Dope been in a coma can’t cope with the noose so I’ll hang out with it and perhaps get high off coke, meth, and wait for God to open his doe’,