DEFENDER'S RAP

• Mix king is more like a mixed queen, he thinks he can beat me he's probably hyper on caffeine.
• This pen game is above this mutt, lyrically uppercut his gnawling gut.
• My raps are like stone crabs with grams, this guys a kardashian hes faker than a plastic bag.
• We go from rap flows to Puerto Rico, lyrics hotta' then a burrito in a tuxedo establishing my alter ego.
• The Doc's running these streets, always catching a glimpse of deadbeats that retreat like spreadsheets.
• So what if this is the life we chose, I'm dropping elbows outta' the shadows onto hoes I'm the pro.
• Chopping off this guys liver, he's shivering each time I deliver bars sinister n' cold like winter.
• We're used to to seeing bombs in Vietnam,
• rising from the bottom just to get shot up in Guam.
• So what if the earth is taking turns for the worse,
• dictators ringing out a curse then it's divorced in a hearse.
• A motherfucker told me once always to buck up the guns,
• assassins chopping off tongues and making 'em lick up the lungs.
• Out here in this war we living Sudden Death,
• Lungs chopped off' so ain't no way you catching ya breath
• I am Doc I carry six glocks on the block, no it ain't a job but I turn your bitch on like a door knob yuh/
• Ya'll envy me, I am the king, so fucking carry me/
• Fucking hoes is a hobby, dropping bodies while getting head in the lobby/
• 200 wins yeah I did that, the fucking bank yeah I got that, rap attacks counting stacks.
• Sipping on champagne with my gold chain, getting high cuz disdain is dissed mane.
• Hoes think about taking your money it makes you upset, I call it the fuckin' thot' process..
• Yeah boi, my bars are fucking flaming, I'ma lyrical lion that you bitches aint taming.
• Money in the bank so stacked it stank, and if I see dank then it might be poured in this purple drank
• Don't try to take mines, I rhyme like it's super sayan time.
• I'm flaming the goats, roast on boats and float my gold