DEFENDER'S RAP

• //Intro: credited to G-lock
• You'd think that if a prisoner, let alone two prisoners, could escape a prison,
• Let alone a maximum security prison, you'd think these two prisoners were at least of average intelligence,
• or maybe they were pretty smart, or hell, they were two of the smartest people in the world.
• Or at least they had something resembling a plan.
• But no.
• This escape, this stupid, degrading, braincell-killing pathetic excuse of an escape was actually successful.
• //Verse 1
• Me, wifey, and the baby, have no stash, broke cash,
• Broken house, we split up, Lil Baby is goin' crash
• Rouged spouses, Open house for Dababy to go to,
• I'm frozen, and somehow I got chosen, A baby abuser,
• An oldman, wasn't woken, some days the future doesn't seem bright
• Amber alerts swollen up, The rumor is that the loser sometimes sees lights
• That don't seem right, Solvin' buried aims, missin' flights, I might miss shooter
• Shooter vibes, dark vibes I sense alright, I'm a christian, why am I thinkin' so hellish?
• What's my mission? To shoot through my five shots of life, My heart quickens,
• And I'm scarred I might miss my possession, I have five more sessions, and I'm still wicked
• Quick, I'm run with one sudden infection, to inflict pain, For ten years
• My pain still plays, I always stay sober, I fetch for a correction, Liquid chains tips over,
• Again, over, and over I replay my trauma of losin' my confession, love chains my heart ,
• And I get tied in Liquid again, mama, help me, I'm losin' consciousness,
• Regain all the confounded liquids, beer, vodka, whiskey, double forties,
• Whine, White Whine, Red Whine, I whine so many times to get so more whine
• More Cocktails to show how many clocks I can tell you, my prize? Death,
• Hell gets knocked colder, I get older, and a brother in Jesus, can't revive me,
• I ease to death, I fall over numb, number, dumber, not gettin' any younger, Gee
• I'm gettin' erased, ball over bro, and I still ball over cryin', I'm just a sucker
• Mother, help this fucker, if I'm fucked, then who's really givin' a care, Mother trucker
• I'm just another toddler, who got reborn, Reincarnated fully star gated,
• And gore baited, faded away, and I'm dead and saturated, I sat under rated,
• Bored inflated, I failed in a way that I'm shredded, I'm underrated in a dead casket
• And under my rated stars, I die dumb bedded, So under my bedded coffin,
• I nail my coffin shut with an X on my soul, just to prove hell signed my coffin.
• So when I cough and shut my eyes closed to rest, I stay open 24/7
• With a hot sign ready to be tied and mesmerized for the rest of time,
• //Verse 2 Br4ckett
• Standing in a field of bloody red crops, they gotta give me my props
• I don’t wanna give them a response but at the same time, I was embarrassed my OPPs
• Uh oh, somebody better call the cops because the OPPs are in complete shock
• With the way I run into their block and storm their houses with these bars, I don’t knock
• But I do mock their mockery of me, the way they trying be like me but they can’t because they aint quite me
• The lyrical ability I own compared to them, is on a different level of crazy
• Dissing their momma, their papa, their son and daughter, I went onto a slaughter of their dignity
• Lyrics hurt their soul so bad, it started to hurt them physically, I mean that literally
• But can we all reach an agreement, we don’t support what are getting, the treatment
• My pain is frequent, cramping so much from standing still on the battlefield
• Bone springlocked in place, I can’t even move, so how am I supposed to get healed
• Bullets flying past my face, thought I was gonna die but a nice soldier handed me his shield
• Then he got shot 8 seconds later, he died saving mine, that man’s a savior
• But honestly fuck him, and fuck you too, im the white boy who you all love and know
• I don’t do this shit for show, I do this shit for my little bro, I got my flow
• One gust of wind and away i go, i blow away like who is you, so
• Now im standing like a motherfucking king in the morning, here’s my warning
• Dont know when my next single will be but it probably will be a recording
• Yeah I’m pouring alcohol down my throat, quote on quote, I leave a note of thats a copy of my will
• FERG getting everything, including drugs, money and my account (woah is that a pill)
• Trust me it would take years to count the mountain of racks I have stacked
• My fault started to get cracked, due to the high velocity of the impact of these bars