DEFENDER'S RAP

• if you void common sense then it's scum I avoid
• No comp to convey, I've got more in my toolkit than a Cummins convoy
• No company came, if misery loves its presence you're completely coy
• And I'm a camping crane; me bending ya meddling like crumpled coins
• I'm tired of empty 'sotted poems, s'like watered down Henny in styrofoam
• My proof is 100 I'll get gully like the correlation between Everclear – hospital
• Pit any of mine to yours, s'like a little Pekingese attempting bravado
• Pit any of mine to yours, s'like the great Canyon de Chelly to potholes
• With a stature like mine and all these tourists bombing me you'd think I'd rush more
• There's layers to this like the guts of a gazer to a geyser you just smokin' butthole