Witt Lowry – Dom Perignon lyrics

[Verse 1: Witt Lowry]
Yo, Witty you a piece of shit, can't rap cause your ass white
And on top of that your flow sucks and you can't write
The first tape was garbage, couldn't listen to that shit twice
The last girl you fucked was like, "I guess the sex was alright"
Plus I think you wear your pants a little too tight
Sound like a Mickey Mouse club, Eminem on the mic
And on the track you act hard, when in person, you nice
Fuck that, I'm killin' this shit, give me an axe and a knife
That's right, I dissed myself then I put myself in your place
Because you hatin' ass bitches won't say shit to my face
And man, it's crazy how your friend's become the people you hate
And if I'm fuckin' up the beat, I made its period late
This girl be all over her twitter like, "Mark you ain't shit"
But a week ago I couldn't get this hoe off my dick
Silly bitch, I'm out your league so stop throwin' a fit
A diss line for me is as irrelevant as you'll get
Now, bitch, breathe

[Verse 2: Witt Lowry]
You could call me Cum il-Jong
How my dictate? Like Dom Perignon?
Go harder than it is and jack it off with no arms
When the pressure's on, you foldin' up like a futon
Strap grenades to my rollerblades and skate
About a minute in, my heart's sank and it was too late
My legs blew up, then I see my body flyin' away
All that's left is my heart, vocal box, and my brain
About an hour later's when all the scientists came
They took my parts and dragged 'em back to the lab with a chain
They made a monster, mad action pack rappin' machine
And then I broke out of the lab fuckin' angry and mean
Damn, Witty, you delirious
Kill beats, zone out, wake up like Jodi Arias
Scary shit, like a fuckin' zombie on some heroin
I let 'em take a stab at the beat before I buried it