DEFENDER'S RAP

• Look, you know what I'm here for, I'm Lyrical Murder, preaching the art of war.
• When I bust into the door, you don't wanna be on the recieving end of this four-four.
• Last man that stepped to me? I ended his whole legacy, spitting sick shit is my specialty,
• Especially, when you're always gonna be less than me,
• You might want to lower your life expectancy,
• And learn yourself a lesson, G.
• Callin' you a G, 'cause you're gay. You try to ride on my D nearly every day.
• I'm not the type of nigga to swing that way,. The last time I swung, a nigga went down like mayday.
• He didn't come around, but he caught a round, and I keep it suppressed, don't make a sound.
• You building your way off the ground, while I'm stacking skyscrapers,
• Running around like a gangster, but you've got no paper.
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• If a nigga touches my cheddar,
• Hit 'em with the Beretta,
• Chopper leaves you wet up like an umbrella,
• Niggas think they live forever,
• But I bet my gun will teach you better, I call it proffessor.
• Bullets sting like hail, no weather.
• But a nigga float like a feather,
• And sting like a bee,
• Bitch I'm not Floyd Mayweather,
• I'm the new Muhammad Ali.