DEFENDER'S RAP

• Can't nobody fuck with me,
• not even this cocksucker,
• losing to me, that’s an uncool death, like scar when he through Mufasa,
• I’m putting you close to the flame like you knew waka,
• Your bitch is trampy, but she could ride a dick; homie, ya ho is wild,
• she keeps her balance on the wood like Eddie Murphy in Golden Child,
• my bars will leave you crippled; and
• now I must know, which teacher you got knowledge from, Charles, Xavier?
• See, this that shit that be annoying me,
• punchline rappers like you want to get “recognition” ‘cause they dissing me,
• You probably thirty-six, still talking about ''blowing up''.
• False flag: we can’t even consider you a legitimate bomb threat.
• Swinging swords? Nah, more like knowledge in clips when I shoot at you.
• Toasters in a holster; my rhymes swinging off my hip like a hula hoop.
• You all in your battle raps gripping the snub,
• or fetching it with your pistol, giving that four-fifth a hug,
• I left bodies in that debris field, nigga. I'm past nice.
• You dealing with a man who possess unseen rounds that can crash sites.