"Die Lit," indeed.
It's an age-old question that has stumped philosophers and kings for generations. What exactly is one thinking upon rushing a stage? Generally, the only thing would-be stage-rushers have time to do is fling their limbs willy-nilly, with dumbstruck expressions upon their faces. Yet time and time again, fans proceed to test the boundaries, only to met with varying degrees of violence and bodily harm. After all, an artist can't be expected to greet such intrusions with open arms; one can never be too careful, and anyone crazy enough to rush a stage may very well be capable of something far more nefarious.
In any case, one Playboi Carti fan learned recently a harsh lesson on physics. After stage crashing and catching some hands from Carti himself, the intruder is subsequently rushed by a pair of behemoths. The rest is an image we've seen time and time again; a wayward fan tossed like a sack of potatoes, sent back into the crowd from whence he came. There's a lesson to be learned here.