DEFENDER'S RAP

• Hey there little Tekneek, I gotta give ‘em props, this Tek’s neat,
• But he isn’t messing with my tech’s heat, Graceful as a Tekneek but without technique,
• Leave him next to the coroner, dead meat, You ain’t Immortal, tryna check me.
• Y’all all gonna say the flow was so great but the lyrics were subpar,
• If I do ‘em both it ain’t enough, I swear that it’s bizarre,
• I see this lil’ man when I stare into the stars,
• Thinks that I care, I barely have feelings in my heart.
• Even if I die people will dispute it like my name was Ric Flair,
• I’ll leave this basic kid bare when my Tek’s chasin’ him there.
• You makin’ more accounts when you takin’ more L’s,
• I know the REAL YOU, if you act tough, I’ll be bangin’ at ya doorbells,
• Man, I hate to more-tell, but I heard he’s gay for both males,
• And pussies, he a woman and a dude, oh hell,
• Bring up the dead, you won’t find a loophole there.
• Callin’ this diss “Justice For J.A.C”, I heard what you said, you’ll be runnin’ that back.
• You can’t even deliver off-beat, How he gonna get to killin on me?
• You sound like you Arabic, maybe even Puerto Rican,
• Uh oh! The portal’s seepin’ shut on this little over-reachin’,
• Tryna hit where it hurts for no good reason, faggot.
• I saw you said J.A.C’s mom’s leavin’ his dad, period,
• When you wrote the bar was you bleedin’ through ya pad?
• You came on RapPad to battle all American,
• Because you got deported back to Netherland,
• Accent really “kills” it on the record, damn! You sould’ve treated me like Skinwalker,
• Accept the battle and get the kid walkin, Away from the mistake of shit talkin!
• I know you’ve been stirrin’ all yo problems, I know I’m hurtin him, I’m honest.
• If I had a face like that! I’d sue my fuckin’ parents,
• I’m better than any Tek, don’t compare it,
• This dude such a Puppet, he makin’ Psycho jealous!
• I find it funny he made this new account, surviving in his head,
• Died, made another one, and his ass is still dead!
• I make a killing off Tek’s, just ask Neek,
• Poppin’ with the Tommies and he claimin’ rap heat,
• Tek just mad his little bro died when he clashed me.
• Take these roses little Tek, put ‘em at his grave little Tek,
• You and RIOT ain’t the same little Tek, I really know your pain little Tek.
• I am the Eclipse, you’re a little yellow flower,
• I’m a shark, I ate him, I’m comin’ for my second chowin’.
• When you feel terrific, just notify ya face, this little kid has lied in wait,
• For a battle he would try today.
• You’ve been starvin’ for attention, I am your nutrition,
• RIOT isn’t missin, has Tek right in his position,
• Sittin’ in his cell inside his mind’s own prison,
• I have your plot selected, run? I wouldn’t recommend it!
• If trash rappers flew, this bitch would be an airplane,
• “Here comes tek!” someone clear the airways, If he come again I’ll really beat him dead, grey!
• It’s time for my multisyllable rhyming,
• Of course the killin’ is the timeless,
• RIOT the villain is the nicest whitest writer since the..nah.
• Bringing out my gats and my grenades,
• When I rap I’m all the way strapped with the facts and present day,
• Papers of this faggot’s green-card, tracks and better days.
• Now that we did the dissin’, let me speak some real shit.
• Today when people battle they wanna get the beef,
• I get it that you hungry and you feel you need to eat,
• But you end up burnin bridges that cannot be fixed so easily,
• Recently, I discovered right is never the easy thing,
• Hype yoself up, you are better than you think!
• Thank you Tekneek, for a round 2, listen to this diss I made about you,
• Fatass got a face like baboons! HA!