DEFENDER'S RAP

• Mic check—
• Since it's for the ladies, let me show you respect,
• Not talk to y’all like groupies I’m tryna collect.
• He out here rappin' like a dollar-store freak,
• Spittin’ pickup lines from 2003.
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• Said he got money in “currencies”? Boy, please,
• Your bag lookin’ lighter than your self-esteem.
• Talkin’ 'bout sex like that’s all a queen need—
• Bro, women want value, not a walking disease.
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• You rap to women like they objects, it’s lame,
• No wonder every girl you meet forgets your name.
• You beg and brag, actin’ wild and explicit,
• That’s not game, homie—that’s a predator’s ticket.
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• Now me?
• I hold doors open, not DM threats,
• Make her laugh, cook a meal, and earn her respect.
• She heard your verse and sent it to her friends as a joke—
• Then hit me like, “Bluhco, this the realest I’ve spoke.”
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• I ain’t gotta flex a “beautiful dick” or a chain,
• I just listen, stay real, and move with brain.
• You? Tryna buy love with a bag full of lies—
• She with me now, whisperin’ “he never satisfied.”
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• So yeah, bro—this for the ladies, but I still threw shade,
• You ain’t a player, just a thirsty downgrade.
• She chose class over clown, truth over tricks,
• Now sit down, sip water… and work on your lyrics.