Dirty Dan - Jonwayne

See I need no introduction, you know the name

Take 'em to the coroner to recognize game

The soul organic on a mechanized plane

Rockin' AutoTune flows with some Melodyne aid

I do it raw from the nerve, if I don’t get it in a single take

Then I don’t deserve to say the words

And maybe that’ll keep me hidden from the herd

But I’d rather hear my head than turn deaf to be heard

So fuck this pressure to be anything but real

Of course these synthetics are jealous of all this flesh-

-Bitch you guessed it, but you’re not asking any questions

Do I really have to text you so you listen to this message?

Get on my level, I’m not even skyscraping

I just think you could do better than wallowing in the basement

Yall ain’t rappers, you’re player-haters and geishas

Divorced from the game, rebounding from the breakup

«Friends»

«That these are the people that we call»

«Friends»

«That these are the people that we call»

Gimme one damn good reason why I should fuck with you

As far as I’m concerned, my rhyme book is untouchable

«Friends»

«That these are the people that we call»

Gimme one damn good reason why I should fuck with you

As far as I’m concerned, my rhyme book is untouchable

It’s lonely at the top of the bottom

You feel godly too often

Seeing seasoned G’s fall off the tree like autumn

Fake friends flake out, always saying they got 'em

You’re a threat and a ladder, so they stepping with caution

It’s easy to give up and just meddle with toxins

Always one drink away from being the savior of Gotham

Not the one that it needs, you just like holding the keys

This shit is hot, but it’s cold in the breeze

Leaving scheming bitches flat, their heads start to crack

As the bodies start to stack up, oh, calling for backup?

No

I fly solo in the dojo

That way, your boy never have to split the dough low

That way, your boy’s in Kokomo, slappin' ass in a kimono

They never said you had to be poor to be the truth

Friends

That these are the people that we call

That these are the people that we call

Friends

I’m living off the fat of the land

You’re living off the fat of my lambs

I’m living off the fat of the land

You’re living off the fat of my lambs

I’m kicking in my Fruit of the Looms

You’re kicking with your head in the sand

You know I got this mic in my hand, screamin'

I’m Dirty Dan

I’m Dirty Dan

I’m Dirty Dan

Bring her round here and we might dirty dance

Other suitors, not a chance

When I suit up and I put her in a trance

I’m in the pants like ants

Dip in a flash

Next glance I’m just tippin' my glass

Next scene I’m just tippin' my hat

I’m busting my ass, all I ask

Is you perk your ears up, and give it a chance

Take it like The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

Take it like The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

Take it like The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

«When you people leave tonight, I’ll feel much better.

No, I will, truly.

I mean I like you to an extent, but I mean, I like you better when you’re not

here.»