DEFENDER'S RAP

• Anibal barkin' loud, but she ain't scary,
• Turn your bars against you—I'm a mirror, here comes Bloody Mary
• Your metaphors weak, your cadence weary,
• Step to me, and the mirror gets eerie.
• So before you whisper next time, just hear me—
• I kill ghosts for fun. Welcome to the cemetery..
• Your flow's all ghost, I ain't feelin' your presence,
• Call yourself a writer? Where’s the lyrical essence?
• Say you a dynasty? It Must be ancient and gone,
• I’m the curse in the cut, you the yawn before dawn.
• You talk deep, but your soul feel rented,
• Like a horror flick with the gore all censored.
• You ain’t Chucky, you soft like Andy’s toy,
• Claim dark vibes, but I bring the void.
• You barkin’ for clout, I’m calm like a sniper,
• Made a ghost out a ghost—death’s co-writer.
• Keep ghostin’ the craft, you ain’t clever or dope,
• You the final girl… trippin' on hopes.