DEFENDER'S RAP

• I write my recipes for you my lasagna sheet, I take the whisk and mix, mash up a bit'a something sweet
• They talk about who's got the sauce, when you the seasoning
• Ain't no measuring this amount of without a doubt reasoning
• Your the fresh veggies an all them leftovers can get they salad tossed
• Them mini tato wedgies burnt, get it twisted, bent like croissants
• They don't even cut it they just wanna piece'a
• You stuff the crust putting star shaped pepperonis on my pizza
• They look at Mona Lisa
• I look at you like the shreds of my mozza chees'a
• I look at you in awe like awwww
• In you it was something particular I saw
• You came in so raw, almost as if a familiar I recall
• A mirror of someone only faith could install
• The upmost ingredients only supreme
• Some kind of cotton candy popsicle dream
• All the whistles and bells almost sound as sweet
• But your voice to me is like air something no comparison meets
• Everywhere I go I can feel your presence
• And when it's not there still lingers your essence
• Losing you would be my last life lesson
• Like it would be show over for this contestant
• Every moment with you,makes up for all the times without
• I just hope you know, no matter what I'll never count you out
• Your the sweetest icing cupcake
• The sprinkles of confetti
• Just the fucken neatest thing since whoever invented spaghetti