DEFENDER'S RAP

• am gassed up, from beans i need a tow truck
• my flow enough could leave you stiff like Botox's
• while leaving you like a mummified mannequin coke dust
• my jokes puns spitting like goats gruff
• after the grass was poisoned by rogued monks
• guess who back am bout to blow up like a homespun
• puffed like a balloon until your blown up
• you could like me, or hate me, or lay three
• but lately i feel like am highly crazy
• wild bills pop up like eye films that might fill my daisy
• on daily i might get lazy i mall out in this small town
• while am snatching the mic from bailey
• am saintly grinding in sunny or rainy for a mix of gravy
• jokes for your grandkids
• and jokes for your grandkids grandkids to cry about
• two times allowed my school life around
• but the third time i was pushing it fulfilling what the foothill did
• cause i finally reach my full potential the wolves begin
• took my own lyrics, fully mix like Muslim links
• and ended up with a song that was halal-arious
• battles everywhere with harmful elements
• and that why the periodic table so reactive it like a captive
• similar with the scandal with Nixon with a twisted ankle position