DEFENDER'S RAP

• I spit hellacious heat it makes the devil scream you probably think you're in hell with me
• But I'm not going to hell 'cause I'm a faithful lyricist so I guess my mic is in fidelity
• If you step to me you'll walk out with no tendons in ya feet and legless that means I've a tendency
• To defeet you with my lyrical legacy I'll definitely and indefinitely win especially
• If this goes on to round three. If we're talkin' numbers, your shit don't add up with my chemistry
• It's complexity it sometimes gets lengthy, I guess our skills differ diametrically...
• Think about it, this isn't symmetry. If I were to grade you, you'd get the letter D and
• By that I mean nothing sexually, when I read your lyrics I'm catchin' Z's
• I'm packin' a punch like my favorite NFL team; the yellow green with my AR weaponry
• Takin' shots at ya like I'm drunk off Hennessey
• Cockin' my gun while you've got a magnum on thinkin' it'll keep protecting you but
• You're shootin' blanks, empty.. I guess it's preventing pregnancy
• Am I Jamaican you crazy mon? Like a dreadful weave?
• Losin' all your hair in a stressful beating running you over with my loco motives I'm mentally
• Hazardous with this engine speed I'm like General Lee, I generally like to mess with these
• Generically mass produced artists that discover me via envy and jealousy and
• I ain't talkin' 'bout the Texas geek when I get my chainsaw r-revving I'm Cruz-ing on the beat on a roll like Penelope
• Got this pad and pen eloping, serving you a sentence behind these bars in the penitentiary