Victory Laps [explict version]

DOOMSTARKS

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    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 hits 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!

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    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

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    Composition: Prod. MF DOOM

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