DEFENDER'S RAP

• I'm gunna attack like an acid trippin' crack addict with rap verses,
• And jack your wack glasses and blast ya ass with #lasting #curses,
• To turn you to a lipstick wearing bitch with backpacks & leather purses.
• 'Cuz I'm a rap fanatic actin' out #black #magic like magicians,
• Doing magic tricks on patients like #Haitian #physicians,
• No matter conditions, rap's simple to HYPE like #addition to #math'maticians,
• And my position in rap's so potent it'll slice you to submission,
• With philosophical meanings so complicated you're wishin' you were constipated,
• On the john, with Vaseline, a nude magazine, and a tube sock on,
• Don't get me wrong—and don't get mad at me—
• 'Cuz I'm actively satisfactory to all the women chasing after me,
• Get mad at me actually 'cuz my raps aroused you when I rhyme fanatically.
• Remember my advice you token white, MeloHYPE ain't the jokin' type,
• I'll out fight anyone on the open mic, day or night the moment's right,
• 'Cuz I'm #off #the #chain like a #broken #bike, and ain't no one's alike,
• 'Cuz I'm hoping I might revoke omens 'nd spite,
• But I don't, so I unwind by choking dikes while smokin' pipes,
• Straight SoCo no Coke or Sprite to get demented 'nd crazy,
• But I'm usually too indolent or lazy, to breathe or blink,
• I'll just lay there, not eat or drink, or do anything where I need to think.
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• #I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I WRITTEN IN 1999 #I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I#I