DEFENDER'S RAP

• Good sir, your name is Cashflow. But I'll be crippling your economics, Fidel Castro.
• I'm an outrageous asshole, but then again it's you whom I'm belittling.
• You're not cut out for this grind, you best move on to some different things.
• I don't care for fat stacks, nor do I like holding gats, pushing bricks or sipping lean.
• I'm white and from the suburbs, I used to play piano, what a fiasco.
• But I've been caged in for so long, that my mental threshold is long gone.
• I'll go for the chokehold as I hollow out your stronghold,
• smoking your pitiful ass when I wallow through the charcoal.
• Your death has been foreshadowed, I'm a cold fellow.
• Committing arson causing the smoke to billow.
• Pulling strings like Petzold, networking like Sebold.
• I beat pussies up, so obviously I don't fuck with Debold.
• Come at me with one weak bar, and I'll backhand you tenfold.
• You can't even step up to the bars that I bellow.
• Your words silence into whispers, against the great wall mine have echoed.
• When I lyrically kill you, I'll leave your corpse twisted up like a pretzel.