DEFENDER'S RAP

• Starts at 0:12
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• Okay yeah, I see, good rhyming homie, just one problem G. That fucking sucks
• Makes my stomach expunge my lunch. Your rhymes suck.
• Ending you tonight, give ya quite a fright, this ain’t a fight.
• The day Kelly gets framed in the hall of fame, I’ll be lame, leaving the game
• Without a dollar to my name, extinguish the flame. That ain’t gonna happen cap’n
• Learn to fucking spell, what age are you twelve? I’m a slick prick, no slack
• Your mama sucks my dick, like a Tic Tac. And I’m not gay, okay?
• Nothing wrong with it though, so, imma bust your flow and I want you to know
• This is fucking personal yo. You’ll swallow your words, you coward
• If I was taking this serious, you’d be delirious, speechless
• In pieces, cause I’m a genius and I crush your chorus to dust.
• It’s obvious, you’ve never rapped before, you just wagin’ war.
• And you’re gonna lose, lit the fuse, won’t even finish a tour
• This is real life, you’re too busy shoving slim Jim’s up your nose to realise,
• you haven’t killed me im still here, I’m Pennywise, you’re about to die, no lies.
• The only pussy you get is from Garfield’s pies. Battling a mistake?
• Well, imma make you, eat your words when I’m through.
• The only thing you’ll be mopping up is your own tears, I’ll be clinking the beers with your
• “friends”, man you going round the bend if you honestly believe you can beat me.
• Eminem is my profile, for a few reasons see, namely so I can honour what he made me,
• wouldn’t be rapping without Em, b.
• There we go again your necessity for an obscenity,
• every verse, I’m getting tired g. Come up with something
• without a swear and get back to me, I might actually care.
• I’m my own person, I write my own verse son. I’ve already said I’m honouring what he laid,
• out for me to see and improve upon for free. Man, you should pay a fee for being that ugly.
• How you not in jail already? Killin’ people left n’ right,
• get the hell outta my sight, you’re a blight, flyin’ higher than a kite,
• you’d be a weight that drags me down, outta my way you fuckin’ clown.
• Come on let’s go another round. I’m smarter than you, not that it’s hard,
• when you fightin’ someone with a brain of lard. Y’know what? You take those tims
• and shove em up your nose next to the Jim’s. You’ve got the room,
• maybe add some fruit of the loom. Aw, you’re poor lil head gonna go boom.
• I’ve always had the upper hand, against someone with their head in the sand.
• I own this land, lead singer of the band. You get your belt, I’m sure you know how it’s felt.
• Slapped a few times as you spit your poor excuses for rhymes. This ain’t no game my friend.
• You just challenged Slick, time to meet your end.