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Rap Chess Lyrics by JamWayne

2 Weeks Notice

2024

"Fuck JamWayne!", who said that?
That's not nice, you don't wanna be that
Okay fine, I ain't supposed to react
But I'll write a little rhyme, lock load, bolt action
Hey, I be Jambo from the Bend, don't play
No internet beef, keep it street as the pavement
If you're gettin' broke and you looking for a payment
Understand that, let's get it, here's Jaman
Fuck JamWayne, that's the name that I came with
Call me out my name, give a fuck if you famous
You be on drugs, and it's probably some I made shit
You the real deal? Nah, you the real makеshift
Make shit up, you a fake bitch
Fuck face, ol' ass facе, breath stank shit
Turd talking, fuckin' rap shit stain
What a waste rant stampede, dope in your veins!
Hit me, and I can't quit
If you want beef, Jambo raw with it, got war enemies
Get tore from your place, smoked, nan here to see
Your existence erased like bombs on a bitch
Why you actin' like a bench? Fuckin' ass on a seat
Know the tide roll, motherfucker, crash on your beach
All my kinfolk's gutta, deer processing
Palmer had that before your lil' balls dropping
How long thirty mil last when the ship sinks?
Smoke glass, dropped pass, fucker fumbling
Hit you right in the chest, and I take your chain
I'ma pick the dope up while you flee the scene
Better run from me, here I come-two-three
That's a foul line dunk, sucker, you don't know me
Lil' punk-ass bitch wants the whole damn cake
Petting dick on your pedestal, watch your leg break
Gon' break your damn legs if you step in this paint
Gon' get you wet up, don't you love when it rains?
And the pain breeds greatness, cold steel aches
Let you know how I feel? I don't feel nothing
Leave holes in your breast where your man tits hang
Get paid, get fat, fucker stuffing your face
New tat on your neck oh what's that say? "QUEER"
Everybody done knew you were gay
Shoot the jukebox, Bubba, at your own damn place
Looking at the camera saying, "I'm that country"
Ha-ha-ha, goofy ass bitch
Your internet persona got you feeling yourself
Lil' narcissist be stuck in yo web
Ol' buggin' troll Nazi, Skesse Fuzzburt
Chef Bergan looking ass sucking on a butt plug
Ol' internet bully goat wanna suck up
Go eat your crayons and paint a portrait
Had a backing track, yeah, second show I did
Your set sucked ass, and your bitch suck dick
Guess you mad that you taste JamWayne when y'all kiss
Coon dawg be the truth, eighty deuce gon' shoot
You done pissed him off now what you gon' do?
Crawl back in your cave till it caves in on you
You a head-buster, bust a sucker head Crawfish
Come get some of this, Captain Hook 'bout to set
Both hands on your neck, call it hands on a dick
Fuckin' can't stand a prick on the tube talking shit
Boohooing like a pussy, I knew you were bitch
Still gave you a chance, played cool for the win
Like the girl next door, shit you blew it again
Showed your face to the world, they erased you, no face
Maybe Jambo will bring your numbers up, ok!
Let's get this elementary shit out the way
Store it in the cloud how you fuckin' clout chase
Know your momma proud when she don't see your face
Cuz you a dumb motherfucker that she used anyway
Okay, get this high school shit out the way
I'm true grit, look you right in the face
Want a problem with it, pick a time and a place
Boy, you got it coming on you like some nut on your face
From that glass dick you sucking on, puffing all the way
Now you paranoid tripping, losing credibility
Filmed your demise, yeah, you did it to yourself
Why you all geetered up, sweating, in a blank stare?
Looking in the mirror, See a fuckin' male Karen
Always on some hatin', meth mouth, smelling urine
You can run, you can hide, ain't none that you fooling
We all know what you about, be yourself that your ruined
Act tough, chest out, huffing, puffing on clout
You ain't ever been a threat, go hide in your house
When you feel it's safe to play, lil' pussy, come out
Go whine on the net like you doing right now
Fucka wanna reply, fucker gets what he gets
Wanna let it subside and forgive and forget? Nah
"Fuck a JamWayne!" Bitch, I heard what you said
Just remember I said, "Fuck a Upchurch, bitch!"
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About “Rap Chess” by JamWayne

Read the complete lyrics to "Rap Chess" by JamWayne from the album " 2 Weeks Notice" in 2024. On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.

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"Rap Chess" appears on " 2 Weeks Notice" in 2024.

Visit the JamWayne artist page at /artist/jamwayne for biography, popular tracks, and links to more lyric pages.


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