DEFENDER'S RAP

• My thought's be up in smoke, taking a toke of a cig' so I can pray for my soul to be re-invoked/
• Uh and I'm so fresh like a mint, bitches wanna talk shit but I always carry my weapon equipped/
• These hoes be on something I'm busting, you're busted and suffering pickin up the pen and we out this shit/
• My bars hot they fresh out the oven, I be in these streets flipping grams and fuckin you're hot cuzin/
• Don't fuck with me you'll only die quicker, take a guess and think about which finger I give ya/
• Here's a hint it's in the fuckin middle, I was in the centa' of your bitch she liked the dick of lyrikal/