DEFENDER'S RAP

• Call it raps, poetry, or prose, I'll brief your case and snap it closed
• Have you dashing like you grabbed your clothes once your girl's dad came home
• Steppin', pretendin' you're reppin' with presence but with the wackest flow
• I'm smacking those laughable assholes and blowin' up like acetone
• Set ablaze like Blake's tiger, off to an insidious start
• I'll get under Poe's floorboards beating like that hideous heart!
• Spitting a wrath that Sylvia Plath would've wanted on the loose
• And engaging, persuading with strangeness like Dodgeson's nom de plume
• I'm Ginsberg, and I hit first, I'll show these people who spits worse
• By the time I'm done with you your fuckin' crew will be my interns
• And this brainiac's a maniac, I'm sprayin' last and then first
• Don't give a fuck about the stuff out your mouth, you're gonna skip turns
• I'll eat your raps like some lasagna rolled up in an enchilada
• After puff and chuggin' marijuana with a bottle of vodka
• Maybe chase it with Tuaca then go driving in a Honda
• Should I be doing this? I don't know; what do I look like, a doctor?