DEFENDER'S RAP

• bring a battery pack to a battle and flatten em and then collapse everything that they added as padding
• channeling Hannibal strappin cadavers to wagons, i ran through the glass with a flask and then
• snapped cause i’m practically dragging their traction by hangin their draft sheets from rafters and laughing
• the manner i handle mechanics is manic and damage enhancing, i’m passing em, cashing in
• flatten a track with immaculate balance, like granite is malleable matter, hammer and shatter with lateral jab
• your fanbase abandoning, challengers vanish, back to a battle standard, like NASA rerouted my shit
• through a Falcon and blasted it, inflame every flammable page of your playback, i stay snapping faster than cage matches
• they play back to back on a plane app, plumbing that bubbled whenever the thunder would rumble
• and customers upstairs were stumbling drunk every Sunday by lunch, struck me like a blunt force
• a couple of bucks from a cousin in trouble who fronted me double, a crust of a Subway receipt with a number to call if i buckled
• hunched in the corner of the room with a fuckton of planks and a bunch of instructions
• i crumpled in under a minute, dusty old duffle bags stuffed with a jumble of screws and a blunt little tool