DEFENDER'S RAP

• I hate to shit it on a kid's dreams;
• but that's what I'm here for, it seems.
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• I hippty-bop-flippity-hop, like a wabbit,
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• taze this crackattic with the static;
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• drop 'em on the floor and teabag him,
• go all full nuts and ape on his bitch, too,
• Puma had no clue I was her boo.
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• I'd punch you in the face, ha, try not to blink,
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• ya can't breath? Finna choke? Don't think.
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• This aint a friendly competition where I'll act nice like saintly christian,
• I'll raise ya like my son,
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• dump you in a homeless shelter,
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• that's some shit you ought to remember.
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• I'm the wild card buddy,
• always reminding you you're a nobody,
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• popping in your face like a jack in box on ya door ready to knock,
• concealing a loaded glock and just ready to pop on ya spot.
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• I write like a mad scientist, writing good rhythms,
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• formulating scientific algorithms,
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• I'll be your professor for this lesson,
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• teach you how to not take a loss to FlyGod, that's a blessing.
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• Wouldn't you be proud? Nah, buddy.
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• I'll recycle your bitch like a water bottle
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• then shoot her like some GTA shit, multiple.
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• I just saw your message too,
• asking me if I'm ''sacred''?
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• Bitch I'll be your worst nightmare,
• please come in my lair and there you'll see my glare, I fucking swear.
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• Heard Pumas can run 50 miles per hour, yeah that's cool,
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• but my word flow is quicker than ya reaction;
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• each word I edit, add and subtraction just to cut you in a fraction,
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• and eat you like a slice of pie; 'cause this battle was easy as pie.