LAWS - Daytona 500 lyrics

[Laws] Aye, two step on your grave Soon as you finish writin' that bullsh** I moonwalk on your page k**in' 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 b**h, 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 f**, 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 motherf**ers 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 sh** even when I was swaggerless I could take it back to that time But I rather just keep makin' the truest sh** 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