croation diss...LE tourney
first round tourney track at L.E.
I'm a conscious rapper, that likes to battle on the net.
bdotones - the rapper
holla at me.
Story behind the song
L.E. tourney
Lyrics
Croation diss…ez
Your verse had watered down ammo, nothing weak shots
Wipping a page full of periods you couldn’t beat dot
You tried to kick that ill, but ya knees locked
Crow like guns, to bust he need to be cocked
These are free shots, BC or after
Yell out Croation all you see is a poor rapper
Tell ya text crew members to start the ghost writing
couldn’t impress epileptics with strobe lighting
I throw lightning like the old titans
You get no credit for landing first like old Vikings
Mechanics under the ring you think the fights fixed
You aint fucking the opposite sex like dike chicks
Pen got ink, literally I don’t write shit
Before Corn balls, busted scriptures like Christ lips
Air plane lotion, you got ya dick in a tight grip
You ready to get fucked up like nice tits
I don’t battle for fun, I battle to take souls
So you feel naked with a full wardrobe
you got no appeal like the courts closed
one inch dick, your stint is a short blow
I stepped on the scene, you starring in it, in an odd position like I stepped on ya spleen
You don‘t own no board, bug repellent on your, lyrics, your flows off
TB and LE I O.D. on both boards, bdot got a win and Crow its your fault
You can’t complete ya mission, like breeders with no balls
Your verse like a house with no rooms and no walls
you just ya masters-bate
Jerk off, the flow cum in vein, like crack heads used ya cum to chase
Crack, lines bubble, cut on ya moms good china
I was the last good thing to cum out ya moms vagina
Chill with the thoughts of moving on
You aint advancing, before it happen, armless men’ll start clappin
And I’d diss ya crew, but you did it already did
And ya blow job practice only reason you more heady
Lyrically I killed you with punches
Crow Wouldn’t spit an educated bar wit school lunches
