DEFENDER'S RAP

• Kazz aims to razz with the alphabet, pathetically with the ABC's
• Have a laugh n let the letters/ swing for my knees; they'll leave/ phonetically appeased
• As you're tagged 'neath the trees/ after a count to three; 1 bullet, deceased, 3 feet deep
• Can't be found for weeks/ at least. 1, 2, 3 counted tears while ya mama weeps
• Don't know how you'll compete with me, you a bag of meat hangin lifelessly
• Don't throw the beat/ mixin ain't that sweet/ so exit stage-left silently
• it's like I'm bullfighting Wing, you decidedly go/ ya let everyone know, you just do audio
• I've exposed your lack/ of writerly prose, with a deathblow/ on a rodeo flow.
• Your poetry's so poorly composed it's like ya transposed with yeahz's hoe's spit
• except we all know low-key you're both - his bitch and a bad poet.
• K-Ass is strictly turnin tricks to surmount the show, whereas I'm adored as claimant
• And that 6-2-6/ your follower count, not area code - you couldn't afford the payment
• Yeahz showed me the chode in ya dick pics and it has me on the floor in pain, man
• And I'm on the road to a lick lick chicknick, paid 3 whores for the night plan
• So when ya step up to write in combat, remember you have to have the right plan
• since my setups are cut n dry and/ my punchline's a Ngannou right-hand