DEFENDER'S RAP

• Since age 10 I’ve been a quester. Like a conclave, I felt sequestered
• Classmates pestered and kicked me in the side all semester til’ wounds festered
• The Lord’s a tester. As if losing my mom wasn’t hard enough, they tore holes in my polyester and said my drip had no sauce, it needed Worcester
• I know if I ever get famous they’re gonna expect some type of letter, but those leprechauns will never get a share of the pot, I’m no investor
• They’re court jesters and I’m the Duke of Winchester, watch as I slaughter em’
• Guillotine choppin’ em, top-offin’ em’, they’ll be bobbin’ for apples the way their heads’ll be hangin’ low after I leave em’ dead and “gassed”, let me coffin em’ (coughin’)
• I know I’m shockin’ em’. “Is this really the kid who was always self-lockin’ walkin’ with his hands in his pockets?”
• Like the disability of Stephen Hawking, I was never one for talking, but it’s good to know y’all noticed me after all, y’all were secretly stalking
• Syllables hot, I’m coal walking. I might be an Ohio boy, but I can still ignite a fire and black out like miners in West Virginia, you’ll be soot-trodden