Jonwayne - JWSB Bootleg #1 lyrics

Leave dudes bruised blacker than some ash bud The Wayniac is back mark your calendars and Macbooks Roll your Backwoods, if you can't find ‘em Take a slab of wood and roll it on the green like Woods would Could chuck hoods what could f** the game up A mad tight wunderkind with lines on his pay cuts And mind on the paper, he fold it into planes Hitting lames in their eye, start crying about his name Yeah I'm Jonwayne the same motherf**er With the tendency to shoot and throw faces in the gutter Gun slinging shingle-sick with wits of an Einstein With enough wake up lines to cure the blind I know my Daddy had a great sense of humor Had me back tracked rap now I'm clapping to his view cause I got girls swinging with their hips like it's a hula I still keep spitting when I'm fitted with a tumor I used to start ciphers like b**hes start rumors But now I sit back and let some other rapper's crew cut You know my voice on these beats is straight shrooming And the style's still blooming, make the psychedelic music I'm on the street with a pocket full of tunes Sounding like relics and runes digitized for the boom Beats with the ba** for the size of the room With enough bars to find the golden ticket It's wicked when I flip it in my vision A third eye incision My mind's on the fritz getting crazy when I kick it The only way that I can fall asleep is when you sh** it Your show's looking like a night of the dead living I ain't kidding, you said you get in where you fit in But you ain't gonna get it when you fit it in a trashcan Slammed by your peers as just another man Who can rap a couple couplets but ducking on the ruckus You better get it together you wack motherf**er