DEFENDER'S RAP

• This a stick up with my blicky, split the lick and deposit. This .44 magnum sticky like chocolate
• Shootin’ magic shells at speeds of rockets hot enough to melt your ice cream, your soft serve brings no profit
• Your raps are plain, no toppings. I go nuts with sprinkles, I’m never gon’ stop
• Sauce on me like caramel drizzle. I’ll tell ya, that’s the cherry on top!
• Sweet earnin’s from leavin’ foes desserted got me sippin’ so much cream I see inverted
• Got the game in the bag, not talkin’ bout’ Birkin. I’m always on the go, like carry out at Perkins
• Rural folk, not urban. I’ll turn your career to a broadway play and close the curtain
• “Wrap it up!” Get the turban. Your career makes me nothing but sikh
• You ain’t him-dude, but I’ll break bread with ya like a Christian and hope the words stick
• I wanna call you my bud. Ha, maybe Ahimsa would rub off on me a bit
• Cause this battle persona’s got me feelin’ brawny. 5’9” 150 lbs, in real life I’m considered scrawny
• No Clyde, no Bonnie. Solo shot on me. When they see it fly they’ll call me “Joshie top gun” without totin’ a Tommy
• On a tatami beggin’ calmly for mercy before being swept away by a tsunami
• That’s the destiny you’ll face and you’ll be dead meat, pastrami. I can do it in 16 lines, like you barely even saw me
• You can try to rob me, but in the country, we’ll do anything necessary to protect our friends and family
• Love, I give that amply. You’re a bold man for thinking you could roll up in here with calamity