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JamWayne - Rap Chess (Official Video) https://open.spotify.com/album/0cwFyy... JamWayne   / jamwayne256     / jamwayneofficial   https://www.TikTok.com/JamWayne256 Booking: [email protected] Lyrics: F*** 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. F*** JamWayne, that's the name that I came with. Call me out my name, give a f*** if you famous. You be on drugs, and it's probably some I made sh**. You the real deal? Nah. You the real makeshift. Make sh** up, you a fake b****. F*** face, ol' ass face, breath stank s**t. Turd talking, fu**in’ rap sh*t 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 b****. Why you actin' like a bench? Fu**in a** on a seat. Know the tide roll, motherf***er, 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, f***er 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-a** b****. Want the whole damn cake, Petting d*** 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 t*** hang. Get paid, get fat, f***er 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 a** b****. Your internet persona got you feeling yourself, Lil' narcissist be stuck in yo web. Ol' buggin' troll Nazi, Skesse Fuzzburt, Chef Bergan looking a** 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 a**, and your b****suck d***. 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 d***. F***in' can't stand a prick. On the tube talking sh**, Boohooing like a p****, I knew you were b****. Still gave you a chance, played cool for the win, Like the girl next door. Sh** 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 sh** out the way. Store it in the cloud how you f***in' clout chase. Know your momma proud when she don't see your face, 'Cause you a dumb MF that she used anyway. Okay, get this high school sh** 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 d*** 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 f***in' male Karen. Always on some hatin', meth mouth, smelling urine. You can run, you can hide, ain't nan 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' p****, come out. Go whine on the net like you doing right now. F***a wanna reply; F***er gets what he gets. Wanna let it subside and forgive and forget? Nah. F*** a JamWayne. B****, I heard what you said. Just remember I said, "F*** a Upchurch, b****!"