DEFENDER'S RAP

• I'm a bit sick,
• Halloween is near, so Michael Myers better be afraid,
• no one can get me phased but if they try
• I'll give em a quick fade with my triple adamantium bah-lades,
• go ahead and stack as many gates
• as you can,
• I'll still drive through them in my van,
• kill you and get away with murder like it was planned
• they'll find your body in a blend-er
• mixed with Clorox bleach, apples protein shake n some peach
• and the rest of you washed away in the tub like sand at the beach,
• my psycho feat-ures get a bitch to decide she has the leisure
• otherwise they'll see her on the news the next day have said to died of a seizure,
• Ill laugh at it being high of the ether,
• hahah shit I need a breather, got my first victim pregnant call her a golden receiver
• then let another slut over for dinner, I cooked up the delectable baby
• from the freezer, you know I share the same fantasy as the Chesapeake ripper
• except I make it obvious by posting my victims on twitter,
• I can tell you how I cut her up in a 10 minute sitter, bottom to top
• she was a gold digger, never did she consider how my
• emotions were getting bigger but now she knows I was sicker.