DEFENDER'S RAP

• You kid's always chattin 'bout "Homies", Yet none of these men from your homes.
• I think what you mean, is that you're the dweebs, Who seem to spend all day on their phones
• Y'all love to chat about being road, Yet all of ya bars, just seem to corrode -
• I choke, on poor quotes, my throat, is exposed, Adam's Apple's on show, getting shot at by a Bow.
• But my ego, knows, that you've got no boats - So my notes morph slow, to boast, a thought moat,
• Words float, near the wharf, ready to explode, Like Cokes that have been shaken, added to Mento's
• So you won't, get close, enough to unload, Arrows -So all your "homies", can just sit and decompose
• See behind all the gunsmoke, I'm composed - I Evoke, All The votes, by De-cloaking the Engrossed,
• I'll Riposte, the De-Throned - and Misquote, the Townsfolk. This BeSpoke, truckload, I've bestowed, please Behold!
• Your anecdotes disposed, You've lyrically plateaued,
• My Flow it is so cold, leave you ill, needing antidote
• I go, commando, on untold status Quo's
• The only time I can see you ever needing to re-load
• Is if you get completely crushed - whole board , one colour shown
• That's right, all white, cos i'm Santa, so stop, drop and re-Roll
• The dice, and think twice, before you take another Go ...
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• Ho. Ho. Ho.