Victory Laps (Madvillainz Remix) (Clean)

Lyrics

[Intro: The Dannie Belles & MF DOOM] "Set me free From a heavy burden that was pressing me And I just can't thank the Lord enough For the victory" (Uh-hem) [Verse 1: MF DOOM] 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 [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] 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 "Yeah, Tony Starks, (your vision goes) don't you dare let us down (Uh-uh) 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, mother[fucker]! [Verse 3: MF DOOM] 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