URLtv, Danny Myers, Tink Da Demon - Danny Myers vs. Tink Da Demon lyrics

They ask me
"How do you prepare for a Bar God?"
I tell 'em, "Dark room"
I was grippin' my toast tight
Told the body relax and let the ghost write
Phantom flow, cannon blow
His wings spread as the angel rise from
His hood like a Rolls Royce bold choice
You remind-
I said, damnit, damn, Tink, get it right
I said, damn, take it back, fuck it
Mmm, damn i said, they ask me
"How do you prepare for a Bar God?"
I tell 'em, "Dark room"
Grippin' the toast tight
I meditated, the pen levitated
I told my body relax and let my ghost write
Phantom flow, cannon blow - old voice!
His wings spread as the angel rise from
His hood like a Rolls Royce bold choice!
I exposed my last opponent as a thief


Now the judges get to see
You stealin' my style, dummy
Wild funny you remind me of Al Bundy
'cause even though you Marriedwith Children
The pen is scary one last sin to bury
I've come to kill a family
Cat like Pet Cemetery!
I was raised at The Last House on the Left
In a haunted basement
Can make a chess move without
A pawn to play wit' the blade a groupie
I had People Under My Stairs
Before they made the movie!
My dog died, I would sleep in his cage
My frog died, tried eatin' his legs but
Couldn't stomach it!
I take pride and humble it!
You gotta know who you fuckin' wit'!
Fuck ya angles about my mini-me
And how you had to kill you a Reaper
(Reepah) just to get to me
Danny, you a mere mortal that's
Here to mimic me whole 'nother energy
I'm pure evil and bad energy
Know real killers that wouldn't
Play 'round me, or play 'round us
Through the consequences
'cause I lay down stuff
Muzzle on the miniature Uzi
Forest Whitaker movie: I Ghost Dog
On his Greyhound bus! Oh, I'mma torture you
The fans want me to talk to
They God like I'm a oracle
25K on the line, I'm killin' four of you!
Wit' southpaw tactics, I'm unorthodox
Can make the skin on ya scalp
Crawl backwards from a 40 Glock
Think it's a game? Please
And I'ma squeeze a Parabellum at
The side of yo' cerebellum
Until the brain freeze and expose anatomy
Top open it's a frozen daiquiri
I know what torture meant
Way before these tournaments so when I say
"Ya family next" gettin' torn I meant
The whole house will hang from a
Tree just like they ornaments round one

You said, "Pet Cemetery"
I got one of those in my backyard
I've been in plenty of hoods
I take out the judge
If you don't want the Iron, gimme the Goodz
Bar God! Last round they gave me Death
I left that bitch astonished
Now there's a Demon, I see
(IC) this shit 'bout to get Demonic!
I promise
I'll do some shit disturbin' to him
Like me and his youngest child
Watching A Serbian Film
See if his nephew can stand slashes
Rip up his niece fantastic
Then I'll let something bubble
In his stomach, then give his aunt acid
(antacid)! This bitch handcrafted
I'll let the machine ring
The hole expose the nigga behind you
Like 40 with the green screen!
I do obscene things
Gruesome shit to cruise the tournament
Like ripping out his kidneys during
Christmas to use as ornaments
I'm warning him
They usually want to cast out a Demon
But, I wanna cover his body in cement
And make a cast out a Demon!
Razor blade to his daughter's eyes
The sound she made, you'll never hear such
I told that bitch, "Cry me a river
" as I was tearin' out her tear ducts
You weird fuck, you rip stomachs
And put your arm in the guts
Like that's supposed to freak me
Outthat shit normal to us!
I could have a Mossberg plug you
We got ARs, HK's, SKs
Shit reminds you of a crossword puzzle!
I'm trouble
It's time to put the pen on display
Let's start with a name flip
Tink can get ten from a K (Tin K)!
Wait, that was cool, I would let a clip fly
But when I hear TI 'N K's
I get a snitch vibe! BarGod!
Bitch, I keep sick heaters the Demon
Only talkin' 'bout a clip
Like the Crypt Keeper!
Big sweepers, I can't reside in the dirt
I went from the Reaper to the
Mortician: I died in reverse!
This guy finna hurt
I'll use his knife outta line
I'll cut out his clavicle
Then wipe it clean: I'm
Past white-collar crime!
Hell is divided into 9 circles
So when Lucifer invites us
I'll tell him that I'm used
To being in cyphers
We cold with the squeezin'
It's no intervening you trip
We comin' back wit' a pole in the evenin'
He tried to buy some Jordans from
Me, I told him "No", it's a reason
That's Illuminati, why sell my sole
(soul) to a Demon!
I fiendin' to squeeze up top
'til his head swells
This pole was designed for a
Body like bed rails you got a dead smell
And he on the ground with this shit
One up nigga!

Nigga, I'll- nah, I ain't fightin' yo' big
Assi aim at a enemy
I keep something in storage, that'll
(data) , tear a bite
(terabyte) out ya skullthanks for the memory!
It's penalties for not fightin'
I'm like a Klit'schko figure
My pops didn't care if they was the
Size of the Big Show with ya
That's even more reason to let
Ya fist go quicker i'm from Cali
We known for droppin' a six fo' nigga!
Still I'm a pistol gripper
You'd be amazed what the beam'll lift
Akuma wasn't the first nigga to
Make a "Demon Flip"
We had the meanest strip
All day we used to serve fiends dope
I never seen a Demon in
The trap like 13 Ghosts
You rap about the worst things bro
Like how he'll chop and then poke ya
Skin the body
Feed the carcass to a flock full of vultures
You crush baby brains
Then sip it on the rocks with mimosas
The only thing scarier than thatis
Yo' stock in the culture!
I'll put on a stock and approach ya, bitch
My whole team is lively
My niggas'll shoot out both
Pupils: don't demonize (demon eyes) me!
You don't like how Ryda name
His guns? Me neither
But, I will introduce you to my blademeet
(meat) Cleaver!
You got a freak diva, I said "You a slut"?
She said "Definite"
She's a Leo, that likes to sleep in the bare
(Bear) like The Revenant
I'm at ya residence, with evil intentions
On everythang even if his Silent Hill he'll
Realize we play Deadly Games!
She pregnant? We torture bitches
I'll do something more than vicious
Rip out ya unborn at 5 AMthat's morning
(mourning) sickness i'm from war conditions
Any beef my crew bombin'
I'll kill the Hunger Gamez for a few Ramen
Gotta watch what you say around Crips
It's new problems niggas dyin' over one B
(Be) word is too Common
Mobbin', hold ya mom under ice
She gets no relief
She said "I'm too cold!", I told her
"Don't panic": you a slogan thief!
You know it's beef
Bitch I run with a lotta crooks
Even our kids got more
Obituaries than comic books!
Pops gave me a strap, he said
"This if you ever need to use it"
My family maniacs
We got the felonies to prove it
I ain't wanna shoot this nigga
A force compelling me, it's ruthless
I mean, i got a Demon over my shoulder:
Something telling me to do it!
Brain-dead or paralyzed? What's a worse fate?
Well since he's from Delaware I'll put
Him in the First State we burst 8
And he on the ground with this shit
Thank the- 2-0 nigga1


I just went and got yo' water bottle for you
Don't you know that was to set you up?
Cause that only proves I'll go get
Somethin' to wet you up
This is death wit' us
Dawg, we some evil ass niggas
People know us 'cause we spit vicious
I mean I'm not the most
Handsome dude in the world
But tell mehow you get bitches?
He be like "Hey girl
My name is Tinkda Demoni'm
Looking for something serious
I'll eat ya pussyno
Literally eat it 'til it's
Bleedin' like a period!
So gimme ya number, but don't cheat
Or fuck over me
'Cause, I'll reach inside ya pussy
And pull out both ovaries!"
Dude! I get it, totally
You not street, you just fakin' action
Now let me see if Tink about it
Like Jamaican accent bar God! Nigga!
I'll make it happen
Get up close and clap one of these
Y'all gone see the Demon come out like
When you touch a Black woman's weave
I'll smack one of thesebitch-ass
Niggas, go 'head, try ya luck
You got aim like Robin Hood? Well, nigga
I keep a fryer (Friar Tuck) tucked!
Y'all know how Myers cut
I do this for the right cause
URL pay these niggas
And they don't even like y'all
Smack, stop giving me these mid-tiers
You see how I fight, dawg
Now let me expose these names
Like Epstein's flight log
White boy dissed my wife
You see how I make Mike soft mr wavy
Gon' learn performance comes at a high cost
You run with a Nun
(n) , I'll give his ass the right cross
And Bill be too high: I'll
Turn his muthafuckin' lights off
I'm quite raw, y'all know how I do
And I should slap Method Man for How High 2!
I'm holdin' his baby out the
Window, he lookin' up
I'm 'bout to catch a case
I let her go, he almost caught her
Damnhe can't catch a break!
This where we separate, you nice, but bitch
I'm in Boss Mode
When Robert Johnson sold his
Soul for the guitar
I met the demon at the 'Crossroads'
I give niggas the blues
Take ya bitch for hostage, I need six please
She can't talk with a magazine in her mouth
You better lip-read his body twitch, bleed
Still movin' after the clappin'
Roc vs daylyt: "How am
I getting a reaction!?"
You just came from prison
And y'all thinkin' he different?
I heard niggas didn't take yo' ass in jail
But they was TINKering with it
Remember you called me from jail, I said
"Damn you ain't home yet nigga?!"
And in the background somebody was
Like "Phone check nigga"!
You said "Danny I gotta go"
See you talk shit to me, but you a lotta ho
A Nigga yo' size confront you
You ain't with the drama though
You ol' Junkyard Dog lookin' ass nigga
I know you wanna punch me
He talking 'bout he from Hunger Gamez
Look like he don't play no
Games when he's hungry gimme my money
And you on the ground with this shit
Thank the Lord-