DOOMSTARKS - Victory Laps lyrics
[DOOMSTARKS - Victory Laps lyrics]
AH-HEM!
Bust off your straps after Victory Laps
For a rhyme-o-cidal maniac, rap run runners
Kingpin numbers they kick knee-slap skat
Dreidel loose
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 an auction, caution
Name your price and that
Time's fourscore of course
No love lost, enter the town
On tour de force, cost more
Give or take the off day, short stay
In case the gaudy shorty need the horseplay
Raw hay, rakin' in the dough, no connection
Came home lames bidded
Still payin' protection
Villain no kiddin' when he
Ain’t rhyme checkin'
Or in the sunshine with a fine dime neckin'
He lightin' up the Olympic
Torch with sparks glow
A gimp god's corso, pass it off starks go
Bringin' it home it’s the
Relayed laps twist cats, put ‘em on they ass
The other half on they neck and they back
Prepare your vest 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 talkin' like ‘yeah Tony Starks
Don’t you dare let us down
Your hit's be immaculate, and accurate’
Like the targets of Jake Plummer (word)
Started all that talk of bein' a gunner
Beef in the winter leaves the
Death in the summer
Switchin' the 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!
Bluka! Bluka!
Compliments of the gentlemen in all black
In the back
Softball stack off the wall plaque
For all slack, track who diss is tricky
Hope to fix the problem with
The rack & pinion doohickey
Not too quickly, they softer than a gooch
As I proceed to pop the clutch like a cooch
Brooch
It broke loose, scratched the side slidin'
Disappeared off of the horizon, glidin'
You’re now ridin' with the rude
Gin and ginseng drinkin'
Sing a Sting song 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
Wreakin', 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
Bust off your straps after Victory Laps
For a rhyme-o-cidal maniac, rap run runners
Kingpin numbers they kick knee-slap skat
Dreidel loose
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 an auction, caution
Name your price and that
Time's fourscore of course
No love lost, enter the town
On tour de force, cost more
Give or take the off day, short stay
In case the gaudy shorty need the horseplay
Raw hay, rakin' in the dough, no connection
Came home lames bidded
Still payin' protection
Villain no kiddin' when he
Ain’t rhyme checkin'
Or in the sunshine with a fine dime neckin'
He lightin' up the Olympic
Torch with sparks glow
A gimp god's corso, pass it off starks go
Bringin' it home it’s the
Relayed laps twist cats, put ‘em on they ass
The other half on they neck and they back
Prepare your vest 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 talkin' like ‘yeah Tony Starks
Don’t you dare let us down
Your hit's be immaculate, and accurate’
Like the targets of Jake Plummer (word)
Started all that talk of bein' a gunner
Beef in the winter leaves the
Death in the summer
Switchin' the 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!
Bluka! Bluka!
Compliments of the gentlemen in all black
In the back
Softball stack off the wall plaque
For all slack, track who diss is tricky
Hope to fix the problem with
The rack & pinion doohickey
Not too quickly, they softer than a gooch
As I proceed to pop the clutch like a cooch
Brooch
It broke loose, scratched the side slidin'
Disappeared off of the horizon, glidin'
You’re now ridin' with the rude
Gin and ginseng drinkin'
Sing a Sting song 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
Wreakin', 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