DEFENDER'S RAP

• I don't speak nonsense.
• You're more suited in a prom dress,
• got glitter on ya face like a princess,
• you blow kisses at ya fans, for of course ya doing it For The City.
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• I got your secrets in my drawers:
• the fact you met ya sweetheart in the 10th grade;
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• then rappin' since 12th grade, spit a few bars for the crowd,
• now ya really thinkin' you self made?
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• Christian, I do lack what you have:
• the ability to lose a second round.
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• I'd rip ya arms from their sockets,
• smear your blood on ya face elaborately like a french artist.