DEFENDER'S RAP

• you got the guts to fuck with me? well i'm going give you a buck fifty on your fucking cheek
• i'm going to knock the chromosomes out your body meat, you fresh out the county now you got some heat?
• i'll cut your hands off and put them in a blender, then make you surrender for trying to be a contender
• i'm a Made member i fade niggas and drink liquor, i'll put your face on T shirt so you get the big picture
• i'll make your chest pump like you got the hiccups, get fucked, you fake criminal, i'll smack the minerals out of this individual
• you pitiful, getting out jail excited, knowing you the reason you and your friends got indicted
• i know what mice is, look it up, we'll see your face, if you read the definition right, you'll see his case
• you was arrested for domestic on your little sister, how this dude a gorilla? you a Nick at Nite type
• i got nicks and night right, before i got my rhymes tight, you think you a Gambino eating Totino's, while your mom at bingo
• you couldn't pop a single if you was eating Pringles, we wouldn't mingle to your English jingles if we were single
• if you had Ezekiel singing and Moses beating, you still couldn't win if you was cheating
• but as long as you know you got defeated that will definitely be achievement, for this meaning
• this is the worst way for a greeting, your chest get to pumping like some speakers
• i'll sneak ya and damage ya features, because i'm balboa to you wild rodents
• i'll owe ya before i bow to ya, you bowel movements your shit on wax is played out
• you shouldn't been with Brutus in the play house, if i don't like you, you'll get a Instagram pic, that mean i'll take your face out,
• i know you see these rhymes now that your eyes came out, scalpel through his nostrils, i slid his whole nose off
• because he so soft, but he acting hostile and he gospel or he supposed to be Creed fighting against a young Drago?
• little nigga i fold you in half like a taco, you got cheese but it's nacho's, you shopping at Costco's for hot clothes
• you wouldn't surprise me if you was the youngest in your household, you rocking hand me downs to your auntie house, cut it out
• you not a Outlaw the south's cold, independent distributing lyricist about flow, you not slow
• you know you couldn't fuck with me, i guess you wanted to see something, well i'm something to see
• no games, but something to beat, you think you hot now until i start upping the heat
• i won't be talking about Brooklyn or Burger King, when i say i'm cooking with grease