DEFENDER'S RAP

• I'm blasting goons softer than plastic spoons/
• doc rocks toxic fumes, you wrote a cartoon outta the ass of a raccoon//
• I'm a G got the smell of penitentiary on me/
• trajectory has a rude awakening like a pedigree homie//
• You're a small town loc' that chokes cuz he's broke/
• bars invoke these slowpokes with heat strokes//
• A hot sixteen rounds of glock shots at cops/
• you've caught blood clots, tell these people something they don't know about Dope Doc//
• Tell 'em my lyrical presence unwraps felonies like presents/
• My whole life been living scenes of the fuckin sixth sense, you're a first round exit that's my six cents/sense //