DEFENDER'S RAP

• Call yourself an old champ, you're just old scamp.
• Every time your lips move out comes queefs, like an old tramp.
• Punches thrown over your head like they went off a bike ramp.
• I eat bitches like you for dinner, you're still on food stamps.
• SkyWoot is a joke and can kiss my fly boot
• Just saying his name reminds me of how this guy toots
• on the mic. But bet your ass, Scribble shits on it.
• Can't stand whack bitches in the game, so I'll sit on it.
• Get a moist-towelette for the mic cause I spit on it.
• My verse already killed you and I've only just written it.
• Imagine what would happen if this shit was a recording.
• You'll learn my deep bars could drown you, flow like the river Jordan.
• I know you've heard of me, it just didn't occur to me
• You'd leave a battle open to Scribble, best be sure to be
• prepared for when my lyrical snares trap your bitch ass.
• Sent back to preschool by the only rapper with class.
• Now I would stop right now, not just cause I'm ahead
• but cause it's useless trying to kill you when you're already dead.
• Fed up with your shit, fuck roasting, I'll burn you then
• I'll dump you out back and feed you to my bitch instead.
• If you guys root for wimpy SkyWoot and not this brute
• I'll execute you one at a time with no dispute
• as to who won the battle. Rattling brains and doing harm - my motif.
• But you can consider this a farm without the cattle. No beef.