DoomStarks - Victory Laps lyrics
rate meBust off your straps after victory laps,
For a rhymacidal maniac, rap run runners,
Kingpin numbers they kick knee-slap scat,
Throttle loops
Villain on the track in your town like Ringling Brothers,
Bring rings around clowns, got 'em bowin' down,
In surround sound, drown (Word)
Pawn somethin' for a small fortune,
Go broke, sell portion to a auction, caution!
Name your price and that times fourscore of course no love loss
Enter the town on tour de force, cost more
Give or take the off day, short stay,
In case the gaudy shorty need the horse play, raw hay
Rakin' in the dough, no connection,
Came home lames bidded, still paying protection.
Villain no kiddin' when he ain’t rhyme checkin',
Or in the sunshine with a fine dime neckin'
He lighten' up the Olympic torch with sparks glow
A gimp got scorched oh, pass it off, Starks- go
Bringin' it home it's the relay laps
Twist caps, puttin' 'em on they ass
The other half on they neck and they back,
Prepare your best for the victory laps
Take titles and give ‘em back, World Series hummers,
Veteran numbers still spit that crack,
Bottles of Goose in the backpack.
Niggas talking like "there Tony Starks don’t you dare let us down,
Ya hits be immaculate and accurate"
Like the targets of J Plummer (Word)
Started all that talk of being a gunner.
Beef in the winter leads to death in the summer,
Switchin' le Franks army tanks
Fuck a bodyguard, it's me and the iron,
I’m secure like federal banks, pirates
Y'all niggas better walk the plank, motherfucker!
Blucka blucka! Compliments of the gentlemen in all black
In the back softball stack, off the wall plaque
Fall slack, trackin this is tricky,
Helped her fix the problem with the rack and pinion doohickey,
Not too quickly
They softer than a gooch,
As I proceed to pop the clutch like a kooch, boosh!
It broke loose, scratched the side, slidin',
Disappeared off the horizon, glidin'
You’re now ridin' with the rue, gin and ginseng, drinkin'
Sing a sting song as smooth as mink skin
Drop a jewel to keep the king's men thinkin',
Filthy Metal Fingers leave the ink pen stinkin'
Move, the lab is in a mess
Reekin' speakin' from the heart like a stabbin' in the chest
Leakin' in a cab, in distress
Blinkin', home, poems ringin' in his dome clingin' to chromosomes!
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Thanks to Mac Rebant for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to Mac Rebant for correcting these lyrics
Thanks to Mac Rebant for correcting these lyrics
