My name's Jonwayne the Rapper, my styles attack ya'
Like a pitbull with a barbeque knack
I'm a lean mean spit machine Mr. Clean
Dean list teen Athene of the thing
Wring ya' head, ring ya' bed I said
Give me ya' valuables and all ya' bread
Openin' the doors; no one's ever gone before
Just in time for: "Do you want more?"
Ayyo' motherf**ers, it's HAL 9000
Computer brain with the Mister prowlin'
I ain't ya' pal but I'll lend you a 1000 pounds
Crush ya' whole body with bouncin'
Straight for dough, get to the scroungin'
I'm an animal, I get to the pouncin'
1000 ounce steaks, thankful for my mouth
And now I'm still hungry from the raps and crowns
Now, you better bow down to the sound
[???] in space gown, have I been so proud?
Got the crowd movin' like I part 'em, where's the clouds?
Step up in my house and get aroused
What's wrong with getting gold mounds and get home?
Y'all just trippin' like you on Down Syndrome
Take two daily, inhale Bailey
Mix the concoction and get to [???]
Rhymes so heavy, never fail
My breathing alone can tip the scale
Funkadelic, yeah the playin' was hectic
But hey, the aliens were down [inspected?]
Average [???] give [crowns?] injected
Lotox gas, laughin' at who wreck it
Jaws of life, braces of life
A grill wrapped 'round you like a blanket