Recap: Nothing like getting in some practice before a battle on the main stage as Tink Tha Demon eschews formalities and tosses out a fierce litany of ‘throwaway’ (“Soon as I blast the shot, it’ll open your fucking earth to the point that an astronaut can feel the aftershock!”) bars at opponent Monstar, who had his (“Buck 50 nah this shit is getting old…give this nigga a hashtag!”) moments of crowd-pleasing theatrics, but spouted too much filler to have any chance of withstanding Tink’s barrage of demonic wordplay and rueful (“Twin .40s, life on the line, peep how I’m squeezing ’em!”) gun lines.
Verdict: Tink Tha Demon (W) 1-0
Favorite line: “I’m war-bred, a war vet, your mother will get th efeeling that you dead, but she ain’t for sure yet….till I ring the doorbell and throw the whole left arm on the doorstep!”
