Laws - Daytona 500 lyrics
[Laws - Daytona 500 lyrics]
Aye, two step on your grave
Soon as you finish writin' that bullshit
I moonwalk on your page
Killin' teens, I’m Billy Jean
I son kids when I rhyme but
The god damn kids ain’t mine
That’s the last time I go to Vegas
You might think you close but no
You ain’t this you lame bitch
Your style's played like sittin' upside down
Messages in codes and pages
The flow is sacred i’m steady hammer timin'
Now lame rappers, they complainin'
‘Cause, I’m kinda realizin' my age bracket
News flash
If you ain’t sad but you can’t hack it
You need a measurin' tape to view the pay gap
That divides the likes of me
From the likes of you
I write a diss record to spite
You and fight you too
Slappin' rappers 'round like it’s
Somethin' nice to do
Your god damn jeans are way too tight
You’re blue
You aren’t a friend of me, if you are cryin'
'Cause those nut huggers won’t let
You bend your knees
I don’t have no sympathy
Cry on someone else’s shoulder you poser
You claimin' you fresher than Folgers
It don’t take no effort to fold you
But hold up
Let me do it slower so I don’t lose you
I am fool proof
I won’t lose to anybody that rhyme
I beg your pardon, I don’t give a fuck
Aly Sue Sharpton
Mother Goose, Shakespeare, I pull you apart
Till they have to keep your
Remains in two compartments
I’m excited, Hip-Hop’s like a new apartment
And my rhymes’ Pier One, I’m right here son
Rap relay dude, you on stage
I’m throwin' tomatoes at you
From the DJ booth speakin' of DJ booth
Your head spinnin' like the records in it
Punk, if I said it, I meant it
Yo, I turn you to a now your is stunned
I said I turn you to a Fix it, I'mma
I saw them dudes flop, if I don’t sell more
Then I’m goin' on a no
Country for old men tour
My rock group, I consider them my mentors
They were on top in the
Days when that meant more
It’s no wonder I’m the cat that they sent for
All we got left is the
Scraps that we fend for
Breaker, breaker 1-9
What was that you said Laws?
Tell these motherfuckers it’s a rap
That’s a 10-4
I been the worthiest claimer of pens
Since the 36th chamber I entoured
If they censor any part of the sacred verse
Then I pull the plug on ‘em like safety first
Even on breaks, I work
It’s ‘cause I’m tryin' to make
A stack with this
I always had the baddest shit
Even when I was swaggerless
I could take it back to that time
But, I rather just keep makin' the
Truest shit for your gluteus maximus
They heard my competition
The decision is unanimous
Breaking news, stand by, Laws by a landslide
Yeah, your mans and them said you
Dope but your mans lied
Where’s the crown? I could hold this
Down with my hands tied
Soon as you finish writin' that bullshit
I moonwalk on your page
Killin' teens, I’m Billy Jean
I son kids when I rhyme but
The god damn kids ain’t mine
That’s the last time I go to Vegas
You might think you close but no
You ain’t this you lame bitch
Your style's played like sittin' upside down
Messages in codes and pages
The flow is sacred i’m steady hammer timin'
Now lame rappers, they complainin'
‘Cause, I’m kinda realizin' my age bracket
News flash
If you ain’t sad but you can’t hack it
You need a measurin' tape to view the pay gap
That divides the likes of me
From the likes of you
I write a diss record to spite
You and fight you too
Slappin' rappers 'round like it’s
Somethin' nice to do
Your god damn jeans are way too tight
You’re blue
You aren’t a friend of me, if you are cryin'
'Cause those nut huggers won’t let
You bend your knees
I don’t have no sympathy
Cry on someone else’s shoulder you poser
You claimin' you fresher than Folgers
It don’t take no effort to fold you
But hold up
Let me do it slower so I don’t lose you
I am fool proof
I won’t lose to anybody that rhyme
I beg your pardon, I don’t give a fuck
Aly Sue Sharpton
Mother Goose, Shakespeare, I pull you apart
Till they have to keep your
Remains in two compartments
I’m excited, Hip-Hop’s like a new apartment
And my rhymes’ Pier One, I’m right here son
Rap relay dude, you on stage
I’m throwin' tomatoes at you
From the DJ booth speakin' of DJ booth
Your head spinnin' like the records in it
Punk, if I said it, I meant it
Yo, I turn you to a now your is stunned
I said I turn you to a Fix it, I'mma
I saw them dudes flop, if I don’t sell more
Then I’m goin' on a no
Country for old men tour
My rock group, I consider them my mentors
They were on top in the
Days when that meant more
It’s no wonder I’m the cat that they sent for
All we got left is the
Scraps that we fend for
Breaker, breaker 1-9
What was that you said Laws?
Tell these motherfuckers it’s a rap
That’s a 10-4
I been the worthiest claimer of pens
Since the 36th chamber I entoured
If they censor any part of the sacred verse
Then I pull the plug on ‘em like safety first
Even on breaks, I work
It’s ‘cause I’m tryin' to make
A stack with this
I always had the baddest shit
Even when I was swaggerless
I could take it back to that time
But, I rather just keep makin' the
Truest shit for your gluteus maximus
They heard my competition
The decision is unanimous
Breaking news, stand by, Laws by a landslide
Yeah, your mans and them said you
Dope but your mans lied
Where’s the crown? I could hold this
Down with my hands tied