DEFENDER'S RAP

• He calls himself the word, I'll flip the script on this act hard nerd.
• I plant C4's in his membrane, leaves em insane, don't needa explain the pain.
• Docs got the lyrical shots, oh yeah, and motherfuck a Mug Shot.
• I'm switching on these pigeons, my writtens diminish this bitch in an instant.
• I don't play I just let that AK Spray like febreeze now your funerals delayed.
• This man is unknown so I break his bone and make em swallow whole the microphone,
• Wannabe speaks up in a tone that'll leave his ass less mobile than a home,
• And I, keep writing a letter to his own mother,
• But I prefer his little summer gets turned to plastered pajama rappers.
• Oh and I'm so for real, I keep the steel closer than 2 nuts in his fucking grill.
• You know how it goes these hoes got no business sticking in their nose,
• I pay a visit to your next abode, lifting weights onto this deep road,
• I slice tongues off these fake toads, and eat lunch with twenty two hoes
• I'm not going to lie but I keep my shit tight, who's slicing the pie.
• I'm fucking up the game with every lyric that hits your brain cell,
• I bring hell and eat well when I make emcees feel the rebel.
• Ladada you're Nada, explode his house in fucking Narnia,
• Caterpillar with no butterfly effect,
• Mailbox explodes half his fucking head...