Dirty Dan

[Verse 1: 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

[Hook]
"Friends"
"That these are the people that we call"
"Friends"
"That these are the people that we call"

[Intro To Verse 2: Jonwayne]
Gimme one damn good reason why I should fuck with you
As far as I'm concerned, my rhyme book is untouchable

[Hook]

"Friends"
"That these are the people that we call"

[Verse 2: Jonwayne]
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

[Hook]
Friends
That these are the people that we call
That these are the people that we call
Friends

[Intro to Verse 3: Jonwayne]
I'm living off the fat of the land
You're living off the fat of my lambs

[Verse 3: Jonwayne]
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

[Outro]
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."