DEFENDER'S RAP

• You write a few lines of rhymes,
• But I don't see no one lining up to hear em?
• You ain't a boss you a poser imposing as a rapper
• Rappad listeners hunger for more,
• but your nickname is the sampler
• While I'm the full-course meal
• satisfying their appetite for supper.
• You and your thugs are heavy, right?
• They step up to the plate to see if they are ready to fight
• But the doctor tells em' their overweight,
• Maybe ya all should exercise your muscles at the gym,
• But they too busy eating the plates I'm dishin' em
• Am I insensitive?
• I'm reckless, not apprehensive, you'll learn to respect it.
• You can't erase me, cause I'm written ink
• While you have no inkling of the picture I'm painting,
• decapitating your rhythm scheme
• Even your parents are proud of me,
• How embarrassing, they can't even look at you,
• I'm pointing out the holes in your shabby excuse of a boat,
• If you drown, I'll take the blame,
• Propin' up my ethos
• when you tally up the votes.
• 24 lines are more than enough to sink what you wrote.