DEFENDER'S RAP

• I'll catch the ball, but this is kickball, not baseball, ya' cunt,
• You ain't Babe Ruth, you point your hits but all your hits are bunts,
• Your disses were weak & blunt, your career is a stunt,
• You're more like Evil Kneevil, you'll also end by missing the jump,
• AstroBoy sounds like a faggot's name, but it goes with your picture,
• You're trapped inside of the frame, which is why I'm the victor,
• My words go over your brain, they're cold so zip up your zipper,
• Quit tryna find cash and fame, your chances are thin as a sliver,
• I'm honestly surprised that you picked a bumpin' beat,
• But fuckin' wit me? Bitch I'm the surface, you ain't touchin' me,
• You puffin' weed, no wonder your brain cells are fuckin' weak,
• You're nothin' sweet, you sound like sour milk that's moldy and bubbling,
• Oh, dis is a battle you actually expected to win?
• Oh, diss me again, but you're weaker than Ginger Slim,
• Oh, tis the season you write somethin' worth mentionin',
• Otis is the beat you chose, the one I used to beat your head in with,