[Laws]
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