DEFENDER'S RAP

• Ok bud, living to ride, leave my bars to decide
• Challenge me to a battle, uproar with cattle
• Ima cowboy with no country, a OG with no act
• Watch me make an impact, rhymes gonna be stacked
• Making shit political, tryna clear up your mistakes
• Making raps from hell gates, challenge me you gonna get baked
• You ain’t anything, you’re shit, minus well quit, got my HOF jacket
• Fuck this shit, was on a writers block, cry when I beat you with a cum sock
• Ima sick man, no tricks man, made another gold bar from Japan
• SME, more like TMS, too many stans, they on my dick, your rhymes are basic
• Found your chick on my Instagram, did my magic, 20 inches did something tragic
• You sound forced, bitch wants a divorce, you’re a fatass who needs a 7 course
• Red head stepchild, you need to be shunned, staring at a rap of a legend
• You can write poetry, why would you promote it, you have no lyrics
• Shake the critics, told them to change the rating on the paper, hear her moans, you hear it
• I rap loud, from the North, fighting off seals, junkies on snowmobiles
• You’re a kid who worries about grades, back when I was your age, I used squirrels as grenades
• You must be steam in’ mad, throwin your sex doll around the room
• This must be the circus, makes me laugh, or maybe the comic section in the daily news
• You’re ended, no coming back, making votes easy liek you stack calories so fast
• Get me warmed up, make another diss, you get more wet than your girls kisses
• You cry when you get catfished, you e-date, but you can’t calculate
• My rhymes are smooth, like that girls ass, buying ho’s from pro shops, bass.
• Get on my class, this is my style, make this kid tryna run a murder trial,
• I called it manslaughter, kids sensitive enough, he got no tough, he’s 4’8 with no buff
• This must be tough, kid has no luck, prolly drinking sewer water that’s why he’s delusional
• Mother on his back like a hawk, his father also stalks, he watches girls he can’t get, provisional
• He prolly lives in the suburbs of Iowa, has no connection to reality, living with corn
• He hasn’t lost shit, he only gains, with his fucking nerd glasses, his “drip” tryna be trashing
• I don’t blame his bullies why they bully him, such an easy target and always tryna argue
• He doesn’t even have knowledge of trends, he is fucking cringe, doing dabs in 2020
• At least it’s humor when each one of the kids give him a swirly to his half Afro
• He’s still on the hype train about Logics music, “have you guys heard of him”?”
• He doesn’t understand what day it is, to get shit easily, let’s his little sister run the house
• You ain’t slick, you ain’t slim, I see you lurking, but he isn’t able of learning,
• I have been rambling about your life, I do all my studies, you can’t escape from the Dean
• It’s over I’m officially the Dean, the best you ever seen, fight me one more time.
• No rhymes, full on killa, hurt your ego, fucking no extent
• Give me an Amen, whoever reading this your eyes are blessed
• Now let my rap career just be a little more dressed