DEFENDER'S RAP

• You wanted around 2 but you had no clue;
• what the actual fuck you were getting into:
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• battling a true MC who eats MC's,
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• like a burger from Micky D's,
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• then stomp ya face like a slice of cheese,
• and incinerate you in high degrees.
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• Wassup bitch? Ya thought you win a trophy?
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• Nah, you're getting yourself screwed, completely.
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• I'm on a killin' spree; eliminating enemies.
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• smash ya head with a brick if you make me tick,
• K.O you with my short right hand.
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• My rhymes so icy and cold you'll catch a runny nose.
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• I'm roasting you so hot that I got other niggas saying I'm HOT!
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• I'll beat your ass at a airport like how they did 69.
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• Trust me 'cause I'm not an easy match.
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• I swear I'm not joking; you'll get pulverized.
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• I'll check-and-mate and leave you sedated,
• you're ugly and outdated like a couple of bagels.
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• I'll receive a Nobel Prize for ending ya career
• 'cause I'm the rapper you fear,
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• and once you're here to hear what I gotta say,
• you better hide your tear, stupid faggot.
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• And you should call me conscious and toxic
• 'cause battling me will question your conscience,
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• unless you willing you lose,
• you should go by your logic: don't battle me.
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• Bet you sound like Scooby- Doo,
• ya sound like a castrato when ya down with the flu.
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• You said to Lil Calz, ''you chose 18 lines to not die too brutally,''
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• I chose 64 lines, how about that?
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• Call me Cancer,
• the shit I say will make you lose hair; I'm candid.
• And when Cancer strikes you get canceled out: Your death.
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• On mic; my flow flows like liquid swords they'll leave you torn,
• lock ya in the basement,
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• you'll hear sirens as I got your parents searching for you like Parent Ryan.