DEFENDER'S RAP

• I just want an impala that's filled with dollars, all my checks coming in got a pile of commas,
• With this type of money I can buy Disneyland, I can buy rangs' with carrots that overflow a normal pinky. man!
• Listen, Jordan, your style is boring, your girlfriend's pussy is sour like an orange, pussy resembles porridge,
• That shit is horrid, horrific and fat like Norbit, challenging me dog, you must've been coke snorting, pornography on the computer just importing,
• Quit acting like you're so important, shoot -up your Ford's four doors and then you won't ever have the urge to write rhymes no more!
• I got rhymes galore, your mother's a whore, the pussy like a Dora map, something that the whole block has gotten to explore,
• My rhymes leave enemies deceased like a zombie, bullets prompting and once they enter the bodies on the insides they are chomping,
• I get big-checks, own tech-decks, and equip tech's to damage necks and leave behind severed heads!
• I got seven weapons, my bars so deadly that emcee's resume their careers up in heaven with Rap Pad veterans,
• I'm nothing to fuck with, most dudes are reluctant, out-of-luck chumps who's girlfriends blow me like a trumpet,
• I'm a dope writer, I set fire to other writtens like the pants of a terrible liar, your clothes cheap and free like words expressed in a Cypher,
• I got a Rolex but it's losing time, a barrage of Lamborghini's in the garage, bubble-bath sex with hoes within the circle of an entourage,
• Dope Doc, killa, but don't expect any needles, haters salty like the chill spot of a Seagal, pimped out Regal's,
• Doc is for reals, he gives you the chills, his presidential term as the Rap Pad battle bully has ended, now he's ended up on dozen dollar bills,