DEFENDER'S RAP

• Quit the shit, bit the clip; Machine gun spits about 100 rounds a second,
• my mouth is my weapon, I will cast out a new Armageddon, make you
• fall into depression with only a single session. Listen real close I'll teach
• you a lesson, I'm fuckin amazing, got my guns blazing, It's me you should
• be praisin bitch, you just mad cause you breaking, from the ground I'll
• be rasin, I can't be stopped, talk shit I'll get you popped, you tryin to opt for a
• way out, but you aint ever gunna find it, cause in this game called life
• you as good as blind bitch. I'm a god of lyrical equations, you tryin so hard
• but you won't ever evade it, on the odd occasion when you face a poser,
• but man that's not me I'm a rapper disposer. Ill run you over, lucky don't mean
• shit when you facin a clover B, this is r-e-a-l-i-t-y, I'll rip you apart using
• only actuality, using force and brutality, my signature move never fails cause
• fatality, it goes a little something like this, when you step on the wrong side
• bitch you gunna get dissed, now you got me pissed, you stagger back, right
• back into my fist. So next time you get in an intellectual twist, be sure to think
• twice for that I insist, so hello, goodbye and class dismissed.