DEFENDER'S RAP

• Just 18 bars for me? I'll leave you with obscene scars that bleed,
• intentionally I'm venomously attacking, stop retracting, I want you blacking out,
• not backing down, you're slacking like an assless clown wearing a nightgown.
• While I'm reloading, dial in your voting cause this asshats eroding,
• I'm only devoting my time because you're lonely floating to my designs.
• You are what I say, blue and gray cause I taught you disarray,
• from the way I'm calling you names, shaming, and draining, you're straining,
• while I'm contemplating what to file you as, an erectile dysfunctional spaz.
• Trying to be a pedophile, while slapping little boys asses in preschool classes.
• My homeostasis is a basis for my ostentatious behavior that traces designs,
• of which that favor me lyrically intertwined to the paper where lines
• meet rhymes insurmountable to the uncountable times that I rip out spines,
• pick up nines and sign away a life, and today that'd be your strife.
• So welcome to afterlife, seldom see, cause only few believe after getting reaped by me.
• Undead seed that breathes to subliminally subdue everything you need
• to win against me, cause coincidentally I'm unexpectedly better with variability.
• My invincibility comes with a twist, it only works if you're getting pissed,
• that is after you've been dissed so hard that it jars you to see stars, aka my 18 bars.