DEFENDER'S RAP

• (Intro/Chorus..)
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• (Beat Drop)
• You bitches chitt-lins./
• My skills are God given./
• You might need some specs,/
• 'cos my shine cripples visions./
• Shootin' stars all over the sky,/
• I'm touchin' it, no puffing lie,/
• You utter lies, young nigga,/
• Don't compromise, my figure./
• Hour glass figure,/
• Drinkin' Molt Liquor./
• No scratch that,/
• Take that back,/
• I need my damn liver./
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• Uptown much simpler./
• But niggahs don't take prisoners./
• We sinners in a dying world,/
• So who the fuck the victor?/
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• I got to much stress./
• To try to impress./
• My windows is freezin',/
• Shit, lemme refresh./
• I'm just trynna be the best,/
• On the top as the next./
• Snatch yo crown,
• Throw it around,/
• To my dog, playin' fetch./
• Bars, niqqa....../