DEFENDER'S RAP

• You panicked on the page when you mentioned Eminem,
• The adrenaline rush got you trembling again
• System in a shock, now you're stumbling for a pen,
• Screaming at a ghost 'cause you're struggling to defend
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• Now you're floating as a spirit playing tunes on a lyre
• Man, I knew you were cooked, but this is dumpster fire
• You rhymed "kazoo" with "funeral" "Marijuana" with "entendre"
• You ain't high on weed, bro—you're high on trauma
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• You copy-pasted MY bars for the SECOND time in a row
• 'Cause your brain hits a wall every time you try to flow
• You couldn't write four lines to finish up your own scheme,
• So you printed out my homework and pasted it on the screen
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• So put the lyre away, take the kazoo off the shelf,
• You didn't haunt my dreams you just embarrassed yourself
• No code, no prompt, no AI in the room
• Just a ghost with a notebook who wrote your tomb
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• // You criticised me for copying bars, I'm criticising you for using AI.
• // Only difference is, I can admit what I did; you can't.
• // You copied off AI, so it won't hurt if I copy off you.
• // You put no work into these bars, so why should copying them hurt?