DEFENDER'S RAP

• I ain’t sweatin’ Armageddon, he’s the first to sprint when I bust out the seventh weapon.
• The first six will split his dome into bits, I reload my clips, meet-up with his chick and thrust my hips.
• Turn back the clock, you ain’t as hot as Doc, cuz I’m foul, like Jordan shooting a free-shot.
• I got hands but my words are hurtful, this is dinner, so no desert, bull, I’m all full.
• But when it’s comes to your raps they’re awful, you’re left distraught, caught by the dirty Doc and his glock.
• I spit so much hell my tickets revoked for heaven, as I’m surrounding, your heart will stop pounding, no Kevin.
• Neck Iced out with Cubes, packed the troops, your dismemberment recorded for YouTube as we laugh at you.
• Dog, you’ve been snooping around like a clown, a death note sent to your mother and she’s going down like town.
• You’re a perverted nerded German, the way the hurd is worded you’ll be crying and running to your Sherman.
• Games are full of lames with trained dames, An Angel would never stand on my shoulder, cuz it’ll burst into flames.
• I’m a dog that’s evil, more than your average people, knock at the door and you’ll get your eye taken through the peephole.
• Round three won’t even occur, these past two whoopings must’ve been a blur, your raps aren’t efficient enough, you’re just hurt.
• Mess around with a Doc, cut to the Dope digging a hole in the dirt.