DEFENDER'S RAP

• Gilgamesh slain in a field of flesh.
• His assailant pestered with jagged breaths, and slicked with sweat.
• I've got to relax after murdering you, because unfortunately cadet.
• I deal in death, not these silly wheels of theft.
• But, nonetheless, you couldn't slit my throat,
• as you'd regret your transgressions,
• as you're dispatched in detest by my silhouette.
• Broken radio transmissions, is it God that you're fearing yet?
• Distress signals sent out, but it's your corpse that'll be addressed.
• You're stepping on the toes of a war vet,
• I leave your whore of a mother wet, and her cunt stretched.
• I'll unfortunately be spaying her,
• so she doesn't spit out any more epithets in the seat of this corvette.
• Sea of glass, things that should've been left unsaid, but kid,
• I'm not done yet, four panzers, and that's a quartet.
• Instead, you've been misled, you're upset,
• You're not remotely an offset to the gods you neglect,
• Now, have you come to terms and are willing to accept the preset,
• that you're an insect, that I intend to dissect,
• I eat fuckboys like you for breakfast, excuse me while I digest.
• I digress, I'll smoke you like a new pack of cigarettes,
• I'll stomp your face in disfigured jest, throw rounds down range,
• just for a trigger test, I have disdain for bed bugs,
• but you're a bigger pest.
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