DEFENDER'S RAP

• Triipyy tripped out on shit,
• Cause he gave me a win for my birthday tomorrow, the fifth,
• Your shit wreaks worse than a porta potty flipped,
• So I won't go too hard, to try to even this out a bit,
• You probably spent the weekend to write somethin' a little vicious,
• But me? I read this and wrote my verse in ten minutes,
• Soon I'll be winnin', there'll be an hour left, and your head will be spinnin',
• My verse is cold, but your skin tone match your nipples, you nippless, now dealin' with sickness,
• Yo, my wins are double digits, soon to be triple, which proves my illness,
• Our pigments should be flipped cause your shit sound more white than Krispy Kreme's disses,
• It would interest me if you suspiciously pulled ahead and took victory,
• it'd have to be cause you asked for assistance from your friends, made them vote against me,
• You don't know me, I was the one who recorded, mixed, and edited my shit, RETARD,
• I'll leave your mind tripped and scrambling, back to the pad and pen, need a recharge,
• Thankfully I don't have to trip over you, you're someone I can disregard,
• When no one votes for you, you'll trip, delete your rappad, and restart,
• Hutch,