32 by The Loard Lyrics
The Loard:
Yo
Dan Loar came to rap in the Acura
Stacks in the back Joe Av in the passenger
Don't slack or we're passin' ya
Massacre rappers with massive vernacular
Backflip into foreign cars like I'm Bronsolino
You'll get torn apart if you've got a weak flow
You can not compete, bro. I'm real shit
You're a hot dorito to a jalepeño
Drop your ego
You're not a player, you're a ball dropper
I'm about to slay 'em you should call coppers
I work all night then crash... like Paul Walker
You a small size to a super big gulp
I scrawl rhymes into stupid kids' skulls
All rise, the judicial official of rap
Get wild like kids at dismissal of class
A superlative flow and a one track mind
Earning the dough when I'm on that grind
Burst in the door then I unload a clip
Before you dumbs know what hit you
Cold and frigid. Frozen over, I'm freezing, bitch
I hold the globe on my fingertips
Vocals known to leave broken noses and bleeding lips
The Devil's past time is using idle hands
So keep busy or make suicidal plans
Get shot in the face if you're placing charges
I'm on top of my game but they hate regardless
I may seem harmless, but I'm actually a menace
If you laughed at me before, don't come asking me for business
You're rapidly diminished so the peace is restored
You don't have to be religious to believe in The Loard
Yo
Dan Loar came to rap in the Acura
Stacks in the back Joe Av in the passenger
Don't slack or we're passin' ya
Massacre rappers with massive vernacular
Backflip into foreign cars like I'm Bronsolino
You'll get torn apart if you've got a weak flow
You can not compete, bro. I'm real shit
You're a hot dorito to a jalepeño
Drop your ego
You're not a player, you're a ball dropper
I'm about to slay 'em you should call coppers
I work all night then crash... like Paul Walker
You a small size to a super big gulp
I scrawl rhymes into stupid kids' skulls
All rise, the judicial official of rap
Get wild like kids at dismissal of class
A superlative flow and a one track mind
Earning the dough when I'm on that grind
Burst in the door then I unload a clip
Before you dumbs know what hit you
Cold and frigid. Frozen over, I'm freezing, bitch
I hold the globe on my fingertips
Vocals known to leave broken noses and bleeding lips
The Devil's past time is using idle hands
So keep busy or make suicidal plans
Get shot in the face if you're placing charges
I'm on top of my game but they hate regardless
I may seem harmless, but I'm actually a menace
If you laughed at me before, don't come asking me for business
You're rapidly diminished so the peace is restored
You don't have to be religious to believe in The Loard