....i mite go to jail for abusin a minor on this one
..when the clock strikes, I strike aswell....
...Somebody battles
"When tha clock strikes, I strike aswell."
Lyrics
Thomas:
I ain't got no disses in tha tank
And I tryna spit disses that stank
And now I gotta face Somebody
Hope that he juss take it easy on me
I'm lookin at him like...
I aint bout to beat this dude x3
I mean i'll try to but I aint bout to beat this dude
Thomas, real name no gimmicks
But he unversatile, real lame no limits
Round 1, Round 2, still same, no switches
Still SAME OLE DISSES, still can't flow spittin'
Still ain't no winnin' for Thomas, its juss facts
This tourny for grown folks and Tommy a RUGRAT
And honestly ya tracks, make us vomit in the back
So that's why nobody checkin for Thomas he sucks BAD
Tryna sound hard but Body is often harder
Throwin' T (tea) off the board like its BOSTON HARBOR!
You already lost, don't bother
I'ma win this for ya child support son, call me father
Actin' like he best, Soda kilt him now me next
Step on up and i'll show T pain like screamfests
And he only 15, too young to reach vets
So juss take this Body skoolin' then on to RECESS!
Like tha alphabet, S and T, its me first hater
He don't even spit raps, he spit RESEARCH PAPERS
Gettin' personals, he think he a detective boss
I'll wreck the soft and let Thomas detect a loss!
Ya prank call thing is cute, you got it backwards tho
Cuz they ain't, funny at all but ya raps are JOKES
I'm known, and respected givin' daps to folks
You known, for a second then it's back to hope!
Never be perfect so what do you practice foe?
Ya only chance is stayin' on Abyss' sac fa sho
Cuz he hot and you not, you know i'm right man
Get Thomas a mic, man you can be his HYPEMAN!
Start, learnin his lines, this tourny is mine
And you'd be gon if it wasn't for the tourny design
I'm irkin' to find, a song of your's that's worth it this time
Cuz we DONT FEEL YOUR CUTS, like anesthesia SURGERY TIME!
I'm hurtin' this guy, then i'ma let him go sulk
He dissed Cheese, soundin' like the rap Incredible Hulk!
He betta get lost, before I turn his head into sauce
And he if he sick guess what?
I'm the medicine dog
Somebody steady stoppin disease
And just know that Iced T, is not hotter then me
And on, top of tha beats, know i'm knockin this geek
And at the end have him coppin' a plea
