Mr D, The Gutter GOAT

[Intro] (Smooth b**t drops with rhythmic snaps, faint clinking of metal tools in the background) [Verse 1] Yo, let’s talk about the legend, the king of the rain flow, Mark’s the name, but the streets yell “Mr. D” though. Got a ladder taller than doubts, he climbs to the peak, Slopes so precise, every valley drips on b**t. From dawn to dusk, he’s slayin’ the game, no cap, Got a tape measure soul and a blueprint mapped. They call him the GOAT ‘cause he never miss a drop, When the storm hits hard, his gutters never flop. [Chorus] Mr. D, Mr. D, water bends where he walks, Nickel elbows, no leaks, just precision talk. From the rooftops to the curb, he’s the drain commander, King of the downspout—yeah, Mark’s the gutter GOAT, no banner! [Verse 2] Got a truck full of steel, a mind sharp as a seam, He’ll cut through the chaos like a copper-leaf dream. Rain or shine, sleet or hail, he’s out there grindin’, Crafting streams in the air while the clouds are cryin’. Every bracket’s a hymn, every screw’s a rhyme, His hands dance on the roof, master of gutter time. The neighbors all stare like, “How’s he so slick?” Forty years in the game—every angle’s a magic trick. [Verse 3] He’s the silent hero when the skies turn gray, Floods bow down when Mr. D saves the day. Got a rep in the town, from the blocks to the suites, “Call Mark first!”—the anthem when the thunder beats. Now his name’s in the concrete, legacy set in stone, The GOAT of the gutter world, never dethroned. [Outro] (B**t fades with a final metallic clang, distant rain sounds softening)