DEFENDER'S RAP

• //start 0:22
• // "this text is thought to be a choir or somethin'"
• my brain has fried my heart has dried
• an' my veins are scarred, but I'm still full of pride
• am I here for the destination or the ride only God can decide
• my dedication for the game will always be the same I'm here to claim
• I'm also here for the cocaine but I'ma try an remain the same
• I'm not sober yet, I'm a fucking flamethrower it's such a shame
• I'm on an alcohol diet an' all the rumours about my name
• can't you find another fucker to fucking blame
• well take a closer look an' look again try to strain
• I'ma start cocking/boys, I'ma get this verse in ya brain
• like a hooked/voice an' some crooked/hoes now when I've explained
• you'll have no other stupid/choice then to go insane
• I'm rocking this game an' I don't giva a fuck about the fame
• only God knows me by my true name
• my words and lines hurts so much I can't bare the pain
• I'ma lay my rhymes in a strange way so you can't say
• if it's right or wrong, I wrote this song to gain
• some strong response so don't complain
• about what this song has become(became)