DEFENDER'S RAP

• Oh, how delicious! A “lyrical miracle,” you say?
• My, my such big words for so little to say!
• You talk about blood and towers that fell,
• Yet can’t string a verse that doesn’t smell!
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• You’re screaming “Illuminati!” with all that bluster
• But your rhymes collapse with zero structure.
• You flex “evil intentions” like it’s chic or divine,
• Sweetheart, I’ve met demons who rhyme better than thine!
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• You babble of lambs, wars, scars, and gore,
• Yet it’s all so cliché I’m starting to snore!
• You “rip faces,” “smash jaws,” play edgelord charades,
• But darling, I'm broadcasting class with grenades!
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• I’m the gentleman ghoul with immaculate diction,
• While you’re the typo in Hell’s crucifixion!
• You rhyme “bitches” with “itches” oh, what a feat!
• I rhyme souls to sleep then devour the beat.
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• You’re spitting blood? How terribly quaint!
• I paint with despair, but I do it with paint!
• You brag about violence, but lack any flair,
• My dear, I kill crowds with laughter and air!
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• So here’s my conclusion, as the curtains descend:
• Your horror-core shtick has met its end!
• You’re noise and nonsense, gory but hollow
• I’m the king of chaos and you’re my shadow.
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• “And remember, kids…”
• “Violence is funnier when you do it with style!