DEFENDER'S RAP

• Ight' My Brother you want ham, You Gon' Get Slammed.
• Onomatopeia, Bam! This is basically just a test for me. It's a exam
• I'm giving you my fucking smoke, It's a battle between you and me on who will get the most votes.
• I'm speakin' loads, Feelin' Like I'm Crazy Like I Got Rabies, Spittin' my rhythm.
• You see the foam, I ain't gonna Say i'm clappin' you, But to me you gettin' owned.
• Bars to hot, You ain't gettin' knocked out cold. Now aside from The diss shit.
• You want The lyricism The rhythm, We both ones battling. But we both got good rhymes it's q fact.
• But we know who spent more time, I ain't old. But i feel like i got a vocabulary of a 30 Year Old College Teacher.
• I'm gonna say it i'm not old, But take these hits. From my wheelchair's wheelers, Now I feel like i'm goin' to hard.
• I'm not a psychic, But I already know who will win. I can already prognosticate, It's gonna be some days until we sees who win.
• It'll be a debate, Ready seeing the candidates, Already see who takes the fate at the date. I'm leadin' my way To The win like a cartographer.
• I'm turnin' yo bitchass to a ghost now, You Gon' be like Casper, Spittin' like a true lyricist, Like the The normal rapper.
• Turning you to straight gas, smoke, A ghost. Turning you to gas The matter, Christian beliefs like a pastor, Short ass rhymes, I'm over here full with laughter, Cracking Up, Not like a cracker.
• Your shit reminds me of some crackhead, I'm Basically going ham, No threats. As you wanted, Casper Getting haunted, I ain't feelin' exhausted because i just started roastin' my target.
• I'm turnin' you to a pessimist, I ain't goin' delicate, I'm being smart on what moves or rhymes I be doing, Feelin' so elegant with my elegance with my intelligence, Your rhymes are just simply irrevelance.
• Now I'm gonna end this rap, Remember when i said i be like a cartographer, I think i found The win on The map. The map is my mind. Now i'm ending this shit.
• Goodbye!