Victory Lap
[Intro: (Freestyle ref. 02.06.24)]
Oh jheez. Got the game locked like we in a disease
Got the game locked, cause I’m playing with Keys
Colder than polar, you better have a fleece
Aristotle on the mic, that’s when I bring the Greaze-
[Verse 1]
Dear Kieran, I suppose this beef ain’t what you was seeking
I brought the heat seeking, I got this guy curled up, retreating
With bars that cut deep, no more petty shit, you better believe
I showed up for 8 rounds, this bitch can’t even stomach 3
You’re pathetic. Dropped my best songs ever, just to call you a jerk
Wasted so much talent on you like chasing after smurfs (haha)
I can tell you’re hurt. Dick jokes, but you adding no real substance
I got jokes in abundance, but I don’t have anything else to add, you’re so redundant
[Chorus]
Doing my Victory Lap, I just defeated this pussy
This guy acting high like he’s smoking some cush, he-
Probably doesn’t know that I won, so I made this song
This my victory lap, from an Older to my Son (haha)
[Verse 2]
Dear Kieran, I hope this letter finds you well. Oh wait, you’re in hell
You aspire to be Marshall, did you copy his backstory as well?
Headaches in abundant, 3am bars yet this bitch ain't awakened
As soon as I drop, you know the entire globe shaking, it’s amazing
I got Kieran on his toes and he still useless like Rick with Two Crows
I can make corny bars, I got a three-time-recurring-punchline that’ll leave man shown
But what I really think you want to hear, is how you suck, the end is near
I beat Kieran 8 times, like “arrest me here”, but you ain’t doing shit, that much is clear
[Chorus]
Doing my Victory Lap, I just defeated this pussy
This guy acting high like he’s smoking some cush, he-
Probably doesn’t know that I won, so I made this song
This my victory lap, from an Older to my Son (haha)
[Verse 3]
Dear Kieran, I ain’t ever drunk alcohol, smoked but I’m far from innocent
I’ll snap this fuckin’ cracker, oh wait, you’re bent, (haha)
Making me dig deep into my obnoxious bars, now Shady’s driving cars
Quick drive by on his whip, got this prick seeing stars
But before we talk about crashing, a quick one liner about Ashton
Spent so much time riding his dick, it’s a wonder you ain’t fattening
This the birth of the madness, ain’t no word of distractions
Im done with this shit like slim shady is Mathers
Fuck you
Oh jheez. Got the game locked like we in a disease
Got the game locked, cause I’m playing with Keys
Colder than polar, you better have a fleece
Aristotle on the mic, that’s when I bring the Greaze-
[Verse 1]
Dear Kieran, I suppose this beef ain’t what you was seeking
I brought the heat seeking, I got this guy curled up, retreating
With bars that cut deep, no more petty shit, you better believe
I showed up for 8 rounds, this bitch can’t even stomach 3
You’re pathetic. Dropped my best songs ever, just to call you a jerk
Wasted so much talent on you like chasing after smurfs (haha)
I can tell you’re hurt. Dick jokes, but you adding no real substance
I got jokes in abundance, but I don’t have anything else to add, you’re so redundant
[Chorus]
Doing my Victory Lap, I just defeated this pussy
This guy acting high like he’s smoking some cush, he-
Probably doesn’t know that I won, so I made this song
This my victory lap, from an Older to my Son (haha)
[Verse 2]
Dear Kieran, I hope this letter finds you well. Oh wait, you’re in hell
You aspire to be Marshall, did you copy his backstory as well?
Headaches in abundant, 3am bars yet this bitch ain't awakened
As soon as I drop, you know the entire globe shaking, it’s amazing
I got Kieran on his toes and he still useless like Rick with Two Crows
I can make corny bars, I got a three-time-recurring-punchline that’ll leave man shown
But what I really think you want to hear, is how you suck, the end is near
I beat Kieran 8 times, like “arrest me here”, but you ain’t doing shit, that much is clear
[Chorus]
Doing my Victory Lap, I just defeated this pussy
This guy acting high like he’s smoking some cush, he-
Probably doesn’t know that I won, so I made this song
This my victory lap, from an Older to my Son (haha)
[Verse 3]
Dear Kieran, I ain’t ever drunk alcohol, smoked but I’m far from innocent
I’ll snap this fuckin’ cracker, oh wait, you’re bent, (haha)
Making me dig deep into my obnoxious bars, now Shady’s driving cars
Quick drive by on his whip, got this prick seeing stars
But before we talk about crashing, a quick one liner about Ashton
Spent so much time riding his dick, it’s a wonder you ain’t fattening
This the birth of the madness, ain’t no word of distractions
Im done with this shit like slim shady is Mathers
Fuck you