DEFENDER'S RAP

• I eat a bitch top to bottom without a problem, bitches fitting on my dick like a motherfuckin' condom,
• They gobble and swallow then their friends follow, suckin' like it's a motto, like there ain't no tomorrow,
• Fuck a Motto, bodies on the floor red like Tomato, potato, the families living in fear and sorrow,
• Listen, I'm on a mission bent on diminishing competition, once I crack open the composition I get it cookin' like it's a kitchen,
• Ma' always bitchin', my dick itchin', bullets that I spit are hitting worse than Scarface's m16, like it's a given,
• My rhymes are boiling out the oven, pen to the pad, ready to diss any motherfucker who starts frontin',
• Never been poor, just been broke, started cookin' rhymes and made it to sell like some fuckin' dope,
• Police at the door, always checkin' up on this folk, always having thoughts of crackin' heads and out spills the blood like egg yolk,
• Bloody red like Deadpool, fools bodies hanging off the stool like dudes who shoot you in the stairwells do,
• Attracting hoes like a magnet, back to back battles cuz I love the action, rapping and dismantling while managing classes,
• Move the masses, passing blunts, pens and anything to take my mind off the bullshit that life passes to your asses,
• Asses moving in slow motion, she brought it back and I could not believe the masterpiece I was holding,
• Squeezed and adjusted it like clothes folding, slowly molding me into a player, which is quite thought/thot provoking,
• They're down to fuck and suck, hoes come in a bunch, eat the pussy like lunch, ass dirtier than a truck, that specializes in cleaning dump,
• 400 wins is the main goal, took a long stroll but I'm back, twisting necks like a tootsie roll, bro,
• The pen game has weakened, I focused on writing other shit on the weekend, but you won't catch the Doc sleeping,
• Shit talkers no longer bother the Doctor, he's got a mini-gun equipped chopper, while suckin' some fire knockers,