DEFENDER'S RAP

• Sup pussy? I'm here to prove some facts- you said last time I won coz I recorded... Nah son, that's trash,
• See battles are to be spat, it's not just text- you can write ight, but flow? It's dead and that's why yo bitch ass don't get no respect
• Look at his homo hobo, back for another shot, Bar-tender, but I'll tend to his bars till he's rocked,
• This was your last chance Mav, it's three strikes and your out. You don't get another shot to pipe up and spout,
• So it's game over and I hope the feelings mutual, but don't worry I'll do a nice speech at your funeral!
• You can't battle son, battlin is about beef, it's not a poetry contest so watch when you speak,
• Comin at me with dumb shit, all your insults are trash- I wouldn't mind if those insults were actually flash,
• I can speak intellectually, metaphorically and deep- but if u wanna battle, it's gotta be horrible shit ya speak,
• I'll sneak a pistol through customs- then sneak in ya basement, Tell the cops I was just tryna bring peice/peace to the nation
• I'll treat you like Fritzl's kid I'll have you weep in abasement/a basement I made you wait on purpose- Harold Shipman mistreating your patience/patients
• See you were desperate for a shot- like a broke fucking junkie- but why? Think this time you'll slump and crunch me?
• Bitch please, you're virgin ass is weak, I'm the Queen of the joint and you don't deserve to speak,
• You're small fry- and I don't mean to drown your vibe- but your last battle, you were bound to Dy/die
• He had you in one round like a dude that busts quick when he's pounding his wife
• See you got long words but your punches are frail- just no crunch when you slump, just a punk when you fail,
• You bout to get swayed with aggression, you're facing a legend-Kid got me more stressed than post natal depression
• I'll be roasting this peasant- this clone of Oddzilla, I'll send Huggy to beast you coz I know that Gods iller/godzilla
• This is our third encounter no alien sightings, last two times you failed with your writing,
• You couldn't out-bar this bitch if you paid my bail, Spittin so much crack I'll turn your shade to pale,
• See I can use big words too, but motherfucker it's war, Those metaphores can't compete with these lyrical swords,
• A vixen with caged rage, man you can't outfox her, Your punches make less sense/cents than an amatuer boxer
• Imma break down ya style coz I swear it's the fakest, Using them big words doesn't make you the greatest,
• It makes you Lilly Savage sucker that's a fake bitch!! You use words like incomprehensibilities but don't use many personals,
• You just attack with large words but that shit is so submergible, You don't punch you jab, that's gay hater, You ain't David's mom no Haye maker!
• Your names Maverick yet you jacking my obnoxiousness, That's ironic, you must be lacking with your confidence,
• You're to weak to control what's coming- damn that's some continence
• I gotta moonshine fist, you'll be in and out of consciosness, Now people that read his verses probably think that he's inteligent
• But imma jig-saw this dude and prove he's irrelevant He'll go to peices in the box when the venom get rebelious,
• When its comes to rap I go at um/atom I'm in my fucking element
• You'll get left holey in the trunk like the nostrils of an elephant!
• Claims he's Top Gun but Maverick ain't fly, think he'll Cruise for the win? Nah this Goose about do die
• You and odd mad similar- don't think I won't strike ya, Got me suspicious, now you toast like a lifer coz he's either your alt or your fucking ghost writer!
• I know you're insecure Mav, that's why you're clashing on line, At school yo' weak ass get bashed all the time,
• Lunch money? Stole! Sneakers? Robbed! Head flushed in the toilet! Still think that he deep Mob?
• Ha! Don't make a bitch cackle This dude think he Shakespeare but weak when he battle
• Think you'll take the win with V bein fem? But you're bitch control you- the weakest of men, just a pussy whipped bitch, no BDSM
• You're wack, I produce it nicely, got a scope with a strobe that'll juice ya life G! Red dot on ya head: Icy's future wifey,
• You can't touch me, get shook with the hammer, you're faker than Joe Green in that blood bandana,
• Claim you're sick but it's lies, that's benefit fraud, so it's ironic that you don't benefit fraud....