DEFENDER'S RAP

• //VERSE 1:
• It's funny, there's no luck, your flow sucks, makes you kill-able,
• trying hard to push a forced rhyme with many syllables,
• do you really think I give a fuck about you? That's depressin',
• so is the fact that you hover all over the battle section,
• yo the way your flow is wack, I should be askin' questions,
• how come all your raps are disses? Maybe a lack of essence,
• I'm past the guessin' why you're stupid, I should blast the Wesson,
• you should really know who I am, whoever your ass is testin',
• your flow is wack like you smokin' crack, doin' coke and smack,
• I'm flying off the handle like a motherfuckin' broken bat,
• I'm still fuckin' ill in the music if I perform or not,
• rappers hide, y'all ain't got half the pride, a warning shot,
• spreading these lyrics like 80's crack on a corner block,
• in the Compton ghetto where the metal is warm and hot,
• I'm hoarding boxes of ammo, loading, sporting Glocks,
• running all these numbers in a square like a proportion box,
• too unorthodox for the conformist flocks, I'll blast away,
• 'cuz when I crack the stage I spit punches like Cassius Clay,
• I'll masturbate and ejaculate on like, half your face,
• if that's the case, a basket case, bow to the master race,
• so navigate, I'll lacerate your motherfuckin' record breaker,
• like a baseball player, 'cuz this spittin's second nature,
• save your breath like respirators, I might just test ya later,
• essence flavors will create a metal-plated deathly crater,
• your wife's my breakfast maker, shots'll levitate ya,
• desecrate ya, rollin' in styles, more or less the papers,
• you wonder why people leave you on the famous list,
• 'cause you have a lack of general topics spittin' brainless shit,
• your bars are weak, here's how a fuckin' rap painless feels
• never rhyme, 'cuz every time I wanna grab the stainless steel, yo