DEFENDER'S RAP

• living in a dream world, lyrics soft as pillows, ya opps slumped from listenin' to you ramble
• claim you spit gas, I smell bullshit like cologne, don't need no nitrus oxide to laugh at you
• "I'll even suck for a hit", what's wrong with you? Is he severely addled or mentally challenged?
• "put it on my tab, kid" all I need is one beer, send 'em to god in good graces and casualty packages
• I don't plagiarize, my lyrics mine, you'll have to mark me off the tally to get a copyright strike
• and now he wants a kiss good night, I'll read your diss as a bedtime story and tuck you in the dirt
• you must be feelin' superstitious, even stevie would wonder what your purpose on this earth is
• "fake disses" is an overstatement, but any statement you make would look dull, even in light
• let's get it, what's a jack to a king? he a rook, I snap backs with aces, he finna face repercussions
• you a joke, these drums play percussion, cuz this mf was doomed from the start, that's an alternate introduction
• "red light like Sith" watch me dark side your career and turn you to a skywalker with the weapon
• you gettin' egged on, let's crack his verses open, it's just mindless verbage and scrambled components
• "fuck my group?" nigga please, you rap like a twitter feed, come "at" us and I'll have you "Xd" out
• every verse in this group is more than enough for you, mediocre responses titled as "coming soon"
• I don't need props to feel propped up or helped out, wanting plays cuz you feel left out
• you don't got the tongue to speak on realness, all you do is suck dick, find another for a honeymoon
• these tecs move weight, that's tectonic plates, your texts gyrate, lyrics spun the same way
• these threats earthquakes, stop tryna save face, look in the mirror at the image I'm finna lay waste
• nigga dreamin' bout me in a skirt, stop with your sick fantasies, that shit is just sad to me
• your place in the line, I'ma keep it terse, there's one way it has to be, and that's after me
• this nigga only cooks when I drop heat, you'd drop in degree if it wasn't for me, flow microwaved
• I'm speakin nun but facts like a factory, you printer pressed over paper, one buck is all you make
• son jackin' my cadence claimin' I'm unoriginal, my lyrics ain't mine? why you tryna shake 'em
• they ain't mine? name someone else who could make 'em, glock flip his top, give his ass a facelift
• KRT, King KRTical, no matter which nickname, you gettin' wiped out, pencil pistol, this led get you erased
• no matter what you lightin' with, zippo or not, smoke all you want, you can't hold a breath to the heat I make
• yeah, only nigga who can't finish beef is you, pristine cuisine, I'm cruisin', you can't even chew
• high as a crane, I got a crib, no deal, look at the view, that's-
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