DEFENDER'S RAP

• I don’t got no throwaway verses, it’s yours that can be discarded in the trash
• This is one that’s gonna strike through ya like a picket fence and give you a big rash
• I’m bout’ to square off this verse and even out my bars, I’ll have ya playing Geometry Dash
• The way you’ll be dodging spikes and I’ll be staring right at you not batting an eye as I lash
• On you. I’ll devalue your lyrical revenue. When the battle’s over, like an email address, I’ll be sayin’ Yahoo!
• My arm’ll be raised triumphantly, cause the plan followed through
• I’ll leave your writing arm in a sling as if ya fell off a snowboard ramp in Beijing, guess ya shoulda drank some Red Bull to make ya fly off with wings
• You should feel lucky like Mortal Kombat I didn’t decide to finish you and leave ya in a bag like drawstring
• I can sing if I want. I’m kinda versatile
• While you’re just sittin’ there writing the same style, that’s why you’re immobile
• Sometimes you gotta showcase new jewels, like The Price is Right winnin’ a Mercedes Benz
• I know I got four eyes and all, but I can see straight through ya without even wearin’ no lens
• You’re tryna act confident, but my infrared’ll have you seein’ red. That goes to show ya I’m just that far a-head
• This verse’ll have ya lying low, kinda like a bedspread
• I had the same style for a while until I decided to extend the bar, like a nightstick
• You claim to be making all the money, well watch how I split it in half, like a breadstick