DEFENDER'S RAP

• these days is filled with nothing but suicide during sunsets
• so I stick my dick in a gun and hope it don't come yet
• I'm hungry for violence and ready to eat some flesh
• but I can smell your ass from a mile your hurtin my stomach
• I walk through fame doors not hoping to come back
• throw away my old life having broken pockets and a hunch back
• needing a wall made out of sheet rock so it'll be easier to punch at
• and city blocks filled with prostitutes ready to be hunked at
• so suppose self could offer you a midnight hour position
• 40 days of submission being under thin women
• would you then believe that I can give you a destiny
• the only way you'll get help from me if your wife would have sex with me
• so let me see two strokes give you a ticket to fast food churches chicken
• 3 strokes will give you a living working washing some dishes
• 8 strokes will get you a deal with my ex misses
• and 12 strokes will give you a fist quick bitch cus I wasn't finished
• 13 strokes a bitch fit cus you must wasn't listening
• I handle business with vigor usually after sipping some liquor
• but after giving you a large container you probably still won't have the picture
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