DEFENDER'S RAP

• The malignance of stagnant anguish, oh, the malignance of stagnant anguish ..
• Its stigma is 'true colors,' truth is, a view covered by negative saturations.
• For a rigorous dance I say let's do the jig, but Jigsaw put lead in my pants, contaminated
• Depression got a leg up, my shadow's faceless
• Disfigured, an ambiguous aberration
• So much of an enigma, I might be a figment of the imagination
• Where ignorance brings indignance in the negligence of a castaway, blessed
• To be strayed away by the priggish, passively praisin' the question-beggin' of a pastor prayin' ..
• I'd beg from pasture to prairie, as Gregory's 'The Mad Yak' to the parable of 'The Fig Tree' in reprobation.
• Tell me what's pride if integrity's worth castigation
• I figured it out, through Sigmund and Myers-Briggs in evaluation
• Now I know how to regulate the amygdala of a basket-case, in
• Stopping to smell the flowers but wow, I need an Allegra, some of these pansies are aggravatin'
• And I ain't got the dignity to practice patience
• Come smoke that Maverick cig-pack, leave a cancer patient
• Diagnosed with Ligma, the attraction to my sack's contagious
• So if your mom got a dump truck then you know I'm fitna dig in it, like a famished vagrant
• Go "Giggity!" with hands on her tail-end, then get her pregnant in this Handmaid's Tale, and
• Is my cum alive dear Reverend? Why's the tummy-tuck abolished?
• Only thing I'm pulling out is Numbers 5:11, watch the baby-bump arrive in Heaven, as a fluke embryonic
• 'Cause she glucked the tonsil-paint and now she's puking a Pollock!
• See at the crux of nuances, you sitting ducks are dishonest
• Winning brownie points in misfortune-cookie contests
• Ass-kissers, like you really pukka? My coccyx.
• I get stiff and you duck when I'm bossin', but alike Stephen Duck, still buckin' the office
• I am the ghost of Miyamoto, how it goes for you mere mortals is catching Five Rings when I'm knuckling grommets
• Truckling to my confidence, I show a rook what savant is
• A combination of Murda Mook, and Louise Glück, iconic
• Reading in my nook, her Early Darkness and Charles Bukow's Melancholic
• In happy-go-lucky conflict, 'cause death's what I'm stuck on often
• To Eliza Cook's 1 promise, in Song of the Worm, we kick the bucket to the muck, how harmonic
• Music to my ears, but for now I'll jukebox The Chronic 'til I'm moonstruck, like Qur'anic
• Then open to John 1:5, reminded of the 29th Sonnet and Luke 9:29, it's
• Non-apostolic Andrew, I stand, rebuked as Thomas
• So shook, they daunt it, Dante's Inferno, I taunt it
• Tomino's Hell, my rhyme-book's demonic
• This fisherman been casted a spell, now I'm hooked on phonics
• Like "Luka Dončić," a Maverick bubble-boy since Ma & Pa Dukes was caustic
• No Shepherd's crook is on this, black sheep's crooked anatomics
• Should get a Twitch partnership .. with Billie Eilish, it's giving neck for content
• Look like I'm tryna' do the fuckin' Hanger Challenge, don't be mistook, I'm haunted
• Nuke's Top 5-ing, like I'm possessed, slap an exorcist with his kookie comic
• Tore a page from the Pentateuch, my conscience
• Is telling me I shouldn't have written that I just took a dookie, on the monstrance.
• Guess I'm on demon time, I show up every fortnight punctually
• Phantom of the open mic night, I go like Duppy
• Wrecking shop like a poltergeist, you just float by clumsily
• So reach me via Ouija, if you need me to ghostwrite something
• 'Cause you can't see me at this, hear no evil, you ain't picking up on these homophone-calls, dummy
• No life, closet's bone-dry, I've caught bodies that were bonafide gutsy
• So here's some toilet-ply, you can go cry to Mummy
• Until then I'll do the robot, strutting on the next mortal-coil I'm, shuffling.