DEFENDER'S RAP

• Chill aim, you gassed up so I take aim with a single flame
• And leave your body charred with your toxic spit, thats propane
• You need rogain, pulling your hair out trynna spit insane
• But you can't fit the pane, glass ceiling makes your words inane
• You say you cause pain, but boy your words all filler
• You trynna way to hard to be a microphone killer
• But you so fake you use a styrophone mirror
• To make your face a Pollack, you queer weirdo
• It's clear though, you thinking I should fear you,
• But I don't mess with little squirrels, you ain't my peer dude
• You in my rearview, roadkill when I steer through
• And your diss sticks like the morals you adhere to
• Ive got a clear view aim, lyrics are the name of the game
• But every line I hear been sounding the same
• So grab your wack pinnacle pen and go back
• And stop being typical with every diss track