round 1 battle vs. vince is for soundclicks battle tourney
trauma trauma trauma mc t
Lyrics
Vince is 15, throwin it down
Not his number, kid thats how old you sound
Ya fake clown, I'ma keep droppin it sick
Said one day you'll make it big, but you were talkin bout ya dick
Oh shit... add it up like math I'm moving the class
Only time you take a-tourney when you suing my ass
Cuz I'm hurtin feelings, wit drops so revealin
Aint my fault only fans that you gots on ya ceiling
Stop believing that you'll win this, yo this dudes finished
Hey Tactics... do i gotta flow 2 minutes so I win it?
Bitches, this aint new to me
How ya punchlines hit when you aint hit puberty?
Going by 'vince is', aint that some shit
Cuz I coulda swore that your last names 'a bitch'
When I say you like dick, it shows you aint gay
Cuz you posted a pic of yourself on ya front page
Check it... your flows? light as a feather
I seen bitches fuck veggies, that could ride a beat/beet better
Beatin T? must be dumb like hellen keller
Hang wit me? yeah if we kill ourselves together
I stay on top... like headers on a letter
Only rap game you been in, is Def Jam Vendetta
I aint sweat ya, spittin bomb flows on ho's
You cant past the first round, like the Broncos
An the balls that you got, ya use to play marbles
Dawg, ya site/sight sucks worse than Ray Charles
Please, everybody knows I aint lying
You got no chance in hell, like the pope dying