DEFENDER'S RAP

• First off, fuck off this site, no one asked for your two man circus of cringe
• And no one’s impressed by your dime store ideas of relevance
• Y’all walking red flags with Wi-Fi, always looking for a target
• Probably because you can’t stand the fact that you’re forgotten
• This ain't the Hunger Games, and you ain’t fucking President Snow
• Nobody likes you, fuck your monologues and your massive ass egos
• Slim3 said he wants me to apologize, well I’m sorry you need a helping hand
• To write your shit because your raps never made it past GarageBand
• Get slapped in the face so you can screenshot it and pretend you’re important
• For five minutes, bitch I’ll do it, and I’ll even autograph the L for ya
• Put in a scrapbook, you don’t care about anything but your reflection, dude
• You found the bathroom mirror one day and decided it was your only muse
• Because you just want attention, that’s it, you don’t want to improve
• You don’t want feedback or anything, you want eyes on you
• So you can feel like you matter, and it’s pathetic, dude
• And Corrupt always be starting beef and threatening people behind a keyboard
• Nobody’s buying it, only impact you have is making everyone’s experience worse
• You cry when people diss you even though you just dissed them for attention
• You stir shit up, then when people call you out you pretend you’re the victim
• When y’all crashed in like clumsy ass cats in glass cabinets
• Acting like gladiators, but sounding like static from a bad Batman film
• You ain't that, grabbing at clout like crackheads in a candy stand
• Weak ass blabbling, like an ad for Aflac, grab your backpack
• Your trash raps, and fuck off, you act grand but you’re scat, fam
• If this was Smash Bros, you’d get clapped by a damn Sandbag
• Nobody’s hangin’ banners for you, no fans chanting “hell yeah!”
• More like a laugh track, stop actin’ like a madman, you got banned from class
• And started rapping, it’s madness, you two are the rat pack
• Of rap’s landfill, you babble and clap for yourself with alts
• Fact is, the rest of the claps you hear are sarcastic, Corrupt making threats
• Like it's Afghanistan, relax, starting beef and aggravating, attacking
• And then vanishing when backlash claps back and cats actually slap back
• You’re the antagonist but you’re not the baddest, you’re just the saddest
• This site’s for actual talent, not for gass huffin’ sad pricks to throw tantrums
• Cause y’all built your careers off of being a couple bluffing crooks
• Lumber in looking stunned, bitch, your shit ain’t raw, it’s undercooked
• You’re just dumb enough to keep stepping into my lane like it won’t end
• In a collapse, cause you crumble when someone is making you their bitch
• Corrupt, you like to act tough, and run your mouth like a broken Hummer
• But you ain't got the guts, I run laps aound you suckers, clown you fuckers
• When I punch, it’s like thunder, I make Gus Fring look cuddly
• Cause nobody’s here to babysit you, your tantrums, and ideas of power
• This site would breathe better without you fucking up the feed every other hour
• Nobody likes you, quit pretending it ain’t true, the only reactions you’re gettin’
• Are diss tracks, stop attention seeking, cause you’re addicted
• You always show up and lose, then call yourself the king
• You don't care about anything but yourself, so you ain’t deep
• You’re obsessed with your reflection, you’re bottom tier and that’s a fact
• You created a league in your head and still came dead last
• Only crown you got is a Burger King one, it makes you feel important
• Stirring up beefs hoping someone throws you a scrap of engagement
• You’re like a dog barking at cars, and Corrupt, you ain’t Bane, bitch
• You talk shit and then cry when someone fires back and flames ya
• Two chopped dogs barkin’ like they’re boss hogs, your alt is named BawsHawg
• Y’all belong in the lost and tossed pile, cause y’all washed
• Fall off like some knockoffs, y’all flopping like wet socks
• I saw through both of you from the jump, walk around like y’all hot
• But I’ve seen toddlers in Paw Patrol socks spit stronger than all y’all
• You’re lost, dawg, it’s like a useless foghorn every time you log on
• Stomp around like a watchdog, talk all you want, it’s still all wrong
• You draw yawns, you both should be boxed up, you don’t belong
• You’re wrong and I’m not, I dodge all your shit, block and countershot