DEFENDER'S RAP

• I'll cut you with four swords lop off your gord for sport cause the viewers adore gore,
• guess that means I'll have to rip you to shreds till you sit dead with wrists cut along
• with your stomach letting off a rotten stench a toxic scent oh shit its gotten tense
• bitch you've spotted the best yet you think you've plotted my death when I've
• already pocketed your breath leaving you short of air, we'll find you dead in that
• computer chair and I'd only sorta care truth is I prefer more of dare, get it? Truth or dare?
• I catch you glancing at my rhymes, don't you know its rude to stare? Guess I can't
• blame you, I'm a monster at rhyming lining up punchlines at perfect timing I've
• perfected it defying odds like an atheist finding God, I'm the craziest miming oz
• except there's no smoke or mirrors, you fuckin joke do you hear? If not than open
• your ears, I'll dropkick you so hard you'll go back in years when you were four,
• Feels like I'm battling a kid, a stupid little dork, I'll stab you in the guts with a pitch fork
• using it as a stake, to make a statement to whoever I'm facin, if you don't take the
• warning I'll eat off your face till you're faceless police can't even identify the body
• now you're nameless, after this battle you won't have to be dead, cause people'll be
• like "I forgot what his name is", faggot stick to taking it anally till you're constipated
• cause battling you'll never get famous off of