DEFENDER'S RAP

• The name's AJ, with the surname Smylez,
• Don't let that fool you; my raps can be vile,
• This competition, I'll 'beat it' to the tune of Micheal Jackson,
• I'm like a Happy Slapper; hit you then I have retraction.
• I've got the skill, to kill, opponents like krill.
• This is gonna be a breeze; you're the wind, I'm the mill.
• Although I've only been alive, a decade-and-a-third,
• I'm on that first place status, never second; that's absurd.
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• Gonna bust a few more lyrics to the sound of this beat,
• Better hope we don't cross paths, when walking down the street.
• 'Cause you're gonna get served, like i'm the waiter
• At the cafe of rap; wanna save that loss for later?
• I'll just wrap it up, and put it in this paper bag,
• Do you want one as well; your face looks like a hag.
• This rap is just the start, of constant victories,
• The opposition, however, will keep suffering constant miseries.