Victory Lap lyrics

[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 sh*t, you better believe
I showed up for 8 rounds, this b*tch can’t even stomach 3
You’re pathetic. Dropped my best songs ever, just to call you a j*rk
Wasted so much talent on you like chasing after smurfs (haha)
I can tell you’re hurt. di*k 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 pus*y
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 b*tch 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 sh*t, that much is clear
[Chorus]
Doing my Victory Lap, I just defeated this pus*y
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 f*ckin’ 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 di*k, it’s a wonder you ain’t fattening
This the birth of the madness, ain’t no word of distractions
Im done with this sh*t like slim shady is Mathers
f*ck you