DEFENDER'S RAP

• My style is wild like a horse, spazzin’ like a semi at a four door Accord,
• Your style is bogus, couldn’t pen a fire verse with a magicians hocus pocus,
• Blink and you’ll lose focus off your opponent, the Dopest, artistic Moses,
• I’ll have you running naked through hoses, how the fuck he got rep when, nobody notices?
• My ass is hot like Satan’s abode, wrap your neck around a rope and yank it until it’s broke.
• I’m getting head on the pedestal, you couldn’t contend with Dope even if you went federal.
• Therapists diagnosing your mental health, talking about eating shells and voices ringing some bells,
• You’re psychotic, me and your bitch in the bedroom getting erotic, her pussy Is lava rock, the hottest,
• You suck cocks and get shot by multiple blocks, Dope Doc’s as cold as an ice-box slanging a wrist watch.
• Sorry black, the gat went click-clack busta’s brains spread across the walls like Apple Jacks.
• My name is the emcee eliminator leaving you with half a face like the terminator.
• I’m gone like the wind, it’s obvious who’ll win, dissing me is a sin, knuckles in contact with your fat chin.
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