DEFENDER'S RAP

• when I was fifteen, it was grade ten, it was twenty eleven,
• when I began rhyming, whenever, I seen a piece of paper and a pen -
• wordplay, I'd begin writing, I began to get better, I had begun become a wordsmith.
• I than gave as I give this instant, that's piece of mind and a piece of mine
• rhymes that the blinds will witness, wittiness far from witless,
• the difference learned between sluts plus bitches,
• sluts fuck for free, whereas bitches do too or most but anyways will with anybody but U.
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• It's summer twenty eighteen, in less than three months on the two of October
• twenty two I turn, so somethings I gotta get going and together,
• start over somethings, start some stuff, yo u the type to gotta get face cream,
• your acne is as bad as your mood, your written you spitten
• It's as bad as your breath BTW that raps just as bad as your temper,
• having you was badder than them teeth of yours, bad as habits
• whack crews like yours are bad news, this rap was gonna be about me but became a bit about you
• ending this though I am now but the last words must be / Fuck You Fuck Your Crew.