DEFENDER'S RAP

• Your flows are frost bitten. When I get to ice pickin’, nothing remains encased
• Otzi’s displaced, his body erased without a trace. The Alps’ breeze peeled off his skin, he’s defaced
• A little stick glue’ll do, perhaps toothpaste. Anything to turn his frown upside-down and fix his face
• Stitch him up straight-laced that way his braincase can be neatly organized
• 5’2”, barely man-sized. I’m 5’9”, so standing next to you makes me look like Andre the Giant
• Metaphor for how my stocks risin’. I’ll pin ya against the wall of a New York street and leave ya red dyin’
• Your a client and the doctor is out, so when you flatline, the room remains silent
• Sorry if I sound violent, but when these thoughts compilin’, I’m prone to act like a savage, and you’re on my desert island