DEFENDER'S RAP

• My mind was inclined by weed i breathe out/
• all the stems i took out equal up to a ounce/
• all the bros want is me to smoke them out/
• doubt in my mind the darkness goes south/
• i let clouds of smoke roll out my mouth /
• truly im stuck feelin like life has to much doubt/
• put the knife to a niggas throat watch the blood spill out/
• now my mind shows its demented side
• it should be locked up in a mental institution
• for abusing the likes of weak minds murdering
• rhyme after rhyme triple homicide with a murderous
• beat dark and fixated on the souls of helpless rappers
• that im about to feast upon there weak lyrics and tragic songs
• mine as well be given angel wings and sent to God.
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