DEFENDER'S RAP

• Mm, duh where would I blow up?
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• I used to wonder how I made my bread and butter, vocal machine gunner,
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• in this tree flip a mic cord rip a hennessy sip and mentally as I deliver another hit bruh.
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• Cash on the flip shit, bought cha bitch a dime now she bouncing on my dick
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• My flow sick, she flick my bic like a pogo stick on some real shit
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• I know these niggas still snicker and laugh but that's all in my past
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• now all wanna do is smoke some good and get some
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• sometimes a little pizzaz, so i beat my dick with boxing gloves
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• why can't these females get together and fall in love
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• My back to these ropes, I want fall down choke, on my own words
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• smoke some herb, lyrically superb, down to earth,
• Im not worth a fucking thing,
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• but i hate when i turn around i hear fucking a ding ding ding from the boxing ring
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• it's my mentality to bring facist duality to its knees, feeling it's own mortality
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• and seize the world by the throat, pop some more depakote so i can cope
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• with my life on a tight rope
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• Im done, I wanna grab this gun lay in the bed and pump my body full of lead.