I'm a conscious rapper, that likes to battle on the net.
bdotones - the rapper
holla at me.
Lyrics
You masterbate to thoughts of rapping bitches, like a period don’t mean stop
But I aint a bitch, aint no blood over here, you won’t beat dot
J Styles, shit, sound hot, when I drop 16’s on it
Beef with his moms, on every 16 like she a queen foremans
They say you like ya pops, but I grandsonned ya sperm donor
And bussed on ya moms face, called it a genetic make over
I rep NY, from BK to the BX
And you sound like a nerd, so I’ll turn you to child of the ghetto like g dep
P.S. I’m the new shit, to give props to
Play tag with your bitch, every time she have a new kid, I got you
Watch you, do two three sixty’s every minute like seconds arms,
got you cornered from more angles then decagons
and shoot your team, with your ammunition, like you megatron
I’m better on, your beats than you ever are,
give you two losses for one call out like coupons
Leave you feeling blue out, literally, like I got blue on
Kick shit, from the foot, you got your shoe on man
Then hit your bitch from the back like a shoe horn fam
Damn, the word play visious, while your verse, just freak for a minute like lil viscious
Your soundclick page, should come wit lil crickets
so listeners could applaud to some sound when they listen
