DEFENDER'S RAP

• I've got my words locked like the prisons of time-lords,
• Knee-deep in blood n' gore, guts ravaged from my sword,
• These bodies of false braggardio-based rappers I hoard,
• Got my sniper gun on the fore-head, I pray, hope they die, lord,
• Verbal tyranny, dictator of this rap game,
• Monarch of the vibe, you just gettin' the crap fame,
• Fiesty gremlin, I trap you in the middle of space n' time,
• I kill you with powerful instruments and words: Bass n' rhymes,
• It's oblivion's psychical form, the demon wit game n' dice,
• I'm a nightmare, I swear I'll take a stake, hung for blamin' lies,
• Chemical mortus satanic themed syllables for anal knowledge,
• Decimal numbers, mathematic, particles ripped up like porridge,
• Atoms split and divided like your mother's legs, eat 'em like a orange
• Arsenic-Appliance with the alliance of demonic soldiers,
• Military of dickriders I slay with a behemothic boulder,
• I'm the megalodon of this battle, with the mind of the joker