DEFENDER'S RAP

• This cunt just let out the Buck straight out of his cage,
• Tough talk from a guy who's only accomplishment is a 60% win rate.
• Gay-go just wandered himself into something he bit off more than he could chew,
• Just like your mommies ass I banged this nine's got your face in the rearview.
• Acting big and hard cuz Triple M hand fed his ass a fucking star,
• but all of his bars got tar in them cuz I'm smoking him like a cigar.
• Been sitting here with a pen fully emptied, this dude is cheap like a soda back in the 1920s
• My raps arriving like bombs from a fucking plane,
• This emo kid stays in his room all day suicdal brains digging into his veins.
• Stuttering and clutching your mother's rings, just like a Vampire, your career is buffering.
• Enough of your fuckery bugging me the reality is your chicks pussy is on Channel of discovery,
• Here is the summary of somebody who can't have a kid cuz his hero suit is rubbery,
• Fuck the recovery, before I ended this actor I had to give him the proper introductory.
• Eminem with the pen make em' feel how ill I am like when a shot injects,
• Plug ya bitch into a speaker, fuck her and you'd still hear no Sound Effects.
• Doctors orders no more of this horror, our eyes read your raps and it inflicts torture,
• Body bags carried in like next door moving in was a hoarder.
• Fucked around with the wrong kid that's what you did,
• your pen ink is so bad it's like I'm squeezing the life out of a fucking squid.
• Happily ever after only lasted after I walked into the game like Master P without a key,
• this lyrical masterpiece leaves any emcee' doubting me half deceased.
• Emcee's paper sheet's naked, I mean they're topless,
• but isn't it ironic how all of Triple M's albums dropped faster than your balls did.
• This coffin you'll be dropped in is more than your little inches,
• I'm a black man, and you're a white bitch, this is reverse lynching.
• Bucks ain't afraid of your sloppy grammar you fucking candy wrapper,
• yeah challenge me with lazy bars cuz today you weren't man enough to be the rhyme snatcher.
• I'm sweeping his swagger off the court like a cav 'n a raptor,
• But I would rather be from Green Bay today, cuz I'm the rhyme Packer.
• You ain't want this smoke your whole inventory is done with slowly,
• those cinderella stories bore me to death like I'm being choked by a midget in his forties.
• This armageddon is far from his bad Bar-mageddon,
• my nuclear weapon was injected in the sidebar conversation
• at your wedding to remind this little peasant that he's been getting my sloppy seconds.
• I'm throwing more shots than a bar touchdown his twisted neck on the car,
• It's also very sad that T-Savage's name got mentioned in a dozen raps more than you are.
• My pen game is like Wacka, nothing but flames,
• I'll fuck a flock of your bitches till my name is mentioned to remind you I came.
• Half the game is lame but it's too late to build walls around them like China,
• half these rappers out now are no balls, just some giant vaginas.
• Niggas wanna come after my piece, no side chick no wifey,
• the shit that I make might take the life out of all you like dirty hygiene.