DEFENDER'S RAP

• Lifted is far from gifted, I’ll eat his bitches kitten like a piece of Kentucky Fried Chicken,
• He claims he’s a Christian, so why didn’t he ask God for talent in writing a decent written,
• I can't afford to lose to this whore, shoot up his four-door Ford until I see gore,
• You won't receive an award for keeping us bored, I'll resort to choking you out with an extension cord,
• Bang out an instrumental, it wouldn't make us tremble, plastic recycled bars like a relative of Ken Dolls/Kendall's,
• I'm about to assemble artillery from the barrel, settle with, beating you like a Ram did to a Bengal,
• Bars blow into oblivion and I ain't speaking Lydian, catch you in that city you're in and you'll be buried with white Dickies like a fucking cotillion,
• Catch you slipping in that DMX bike you're riding, there's no denying that Dope spits more bars than Ryker's Island,
• I've got, multiple businesses branching out great causes, too bad this Pro won't be lifted back up after all of these losses,
• You're dealing with, big bosses who don't know what a loss is, you're used to pick pocketed wins, while my votes in Houston stay sky Rocketed.
• Bitch please, half your vocabulary relies on a dictionary, bypassing a syllabary and still remains science fictionary,
• Sweet as maple, I blow like I'm a napalm bagel, you ain't a Crip, cuz once a month your puss got a period on an all dick/odic table,
• You steal rhymes, the kidnapping syllable jacker, do not quit that market job, cuz you're an amazing beat/beet boxer and item rapper/wrapper,
• According to the forum I got the keys like an accordion, glorifying the dead like Morbius, bars sting like the behind of a scorpion,
• Bars spray at this gay parade implementing a Boston grenade, like a blind man, you do not want to see what Doc's world is like today,
• You'll run out of hope, hang out with a noose, and choke, when you stuff your face with Coke, that's the closest you'll be to being Dope,
• Hell, you could study Narcotics, I'd still be on the loose, option after option, I'll leave your bitch ass paraplegic with legs that are all robotic,
• Enough with the hospital bars, you're not a Doctor, stop it, I bet your behind is named Hasbro, cuz you let every dude Bop It,
• Bars for days, more A's and B's in my future than Sasha Banks has on her stomach mane, your career will disappear faster than a set done by David Blaine,
• To put it plain, Lifted Pro is lame, it's a fucking shame, one blow from Dope and he will be out like a fucking flame,
• The written aspect I've done it all independent, but when it comes to this rap shit, I'm trying to do it like Eminem with duh pen did,
• Your flow ain't hot, tell me, since when has it been cool to get killed twice and not shoot back shots?,
• You ain't earned no props, the Doc will send you crying to your moms, fuck it, I'll even become your pops.
• At rap you are sucking, you're straight up Psycho, letting dudes place their hands near your puss, and shoving it up your Puppet,
• Oh shit, that explains where you got them corny doctor lines from, I thought I was missing something....
• The plan is mastering, puppetry doll manufacturing, sending emcee's staggering like a Dallas Maverick,
• Earth shattering church massacre Sunday gathering, bombs splattering like an Osama Bin Laden capturing,
• The community wants me to go further, but Pro has a mother, I do not want to hurt her by committing First Degree Murder,
• My temple is a 666/six six six schoolastic pencil, when I open up the lap top, I'm taken over by the devil..