DEFENDER'S RAP

• You don't come close to me in no criteria
• You want some smoke? You see, I pity ya
• 'Cause you 'bout to get buried six feet under
• The sound of me's scary to you prickly bunch of
• Suckers, you can't put two fucking words that rhyme together
• I burst with rhymes that will murk you guys, a preda-
• Tor, torn your party apart, a part of me say
• Pardon me, I'm just starving to be leaving these freaks in flames
• Snatch the mic from you, you don't know how to use it
• Stab with knives or shoot with flows that doming your music
• You getting destroyed in an actual face off
• I'm letting my boys dispatch you, I'm made of
• Iron, you're more annoying than a loud siren
• Firing with all the poignant rhymes from my mouth, guiding
• To where death being an outcome, you bitch ass rappers bow down
• You should be reading my album, Rip The Jacker out now