DEFENDER'S RAP

• money has always been a big issue, had to wipe my ass with one ply tissue,
• livin in the poverty class, of the us of a, whatcha know, whatcha gotta say,
• been workin my ass off since I was fifteen, started realizin that society is fuckin mean,
• and full of greedy bastards,
• they bring the burden of fillin the us with disasters, got a lotta countries wantin to blast us,
• and I dont blame then cause,
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• we promise rainbows and sunshine, but really you gotta be on that work grind,
• leaving all of our good morals behind, and stabbing people from behind,
• call that backstabbing, go flabbin, ya yo mouth, cause talkin whack shit,
• it'd only take a quick hit, you'd be laid out,
• and if ya shits weak I'll call you out, cause im drake to your meek,
• the snake to your adam and eve, got talent ya see?
• people thought I was a joke, but i dont joke, only toke and smoke,
• so just know, these lyrics are my cushion, my lyrical pillow,
• realizin c's got a decent flow, and i'll still learn and grow, until my rap game's gotten old,
• and I've learned to grow cold, don't allow time for fake shit,
• or they'll catch the fade shit, wanna cry about it, go suck on ya mothas tit,
• cause that's some cry baby shit, continue to get lit, you take a hit, and get hit on ya ass,
• you run hidin' like osama bin ladin,