DEFENDER'S RAP

• *beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep-* "Doctor, he's flat-lining."
• "Time of death?" The exact moment Scribble started rhyming.
• Word to your mother. She's a nice lady. You should give her a call
• After all, I'll be sending you back to her by nightfall
• in a body bag. But that hag ain't even gonna have time to bawl
• cause she'll be too busy posting my pin-up pictures on her wall.
• See I'm not actually a "rapper" I'm more of a broken machine
• that a ghost done seen and said to his pals "Hey guys, watch me.
• I'm gonna posses the shit out this bitch and creep the fuck out of his neighbors
• then make his hand write ill ass rhymes every time he sees paper,
• but not with a pen (no). I'll have him cut off some sucker's head
• and use the blood as ink for his quill" "Man shut the fuck up Fred"
• Yes, I said Fred. That's what I've decided to call my demon
• and though my expression don't show it, I can feel him inside beamin'
• cause he knows that I just found our next victim. Word to the wise.
• Run. Don't pull no macho shit like looking for the white in theses eyes
• cause these hands will be looking to get stained-the-fuck-red.
• Forget killing you. They'll keep going til I, myself, am dead
• and fill every last soul on earth with dread.
• I'll grab a bag of steel nails and use 'em to make your damn deathbed.
• Then get a sledgehammer and send you to your final destination.
• My personal kingdom. Hell. Why? Honestly it's not cause of the sensation
• I get from murdering dudes on websites at two o'clock in the morning.
• It's really just because my life is way to fuckin boring
• You have to understand, man, that that's why I will never lose
• because I've got nothing TO lose. Except maybe this bottle o' booze
• and your bitch on my lap. But fuck it, I can live without them.
• In fact I could live without myself, especially all this phlegm.
• haha, get it? Phlegm? Cause I'm always spittin'?
• That's it. Nurse, hand me my surgical instruments. I'm quittin'.