[Verse 1: Witt Lowry]
Yo, Witty you a piece of sh**, can't rap cause your a** white
And on top of that your flow s**s and you can't write
The first tape was garbage, couldn't listen to that sh** twice
The last girl you f**ed was like "I guess the s** 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
f** that I'm k**ing this sh**, give me an axe and a knife
That's right I dissed myself then I put myself in your place
Because you hating a** b**hes won't say sh** to my face
And man it's crazy how your friend's become the people you hate
And if I'm f**ing up the beat, I made its period late
This girl be all over her twitter like "Mark you ain't sh**"
But a week ago I couldn't get this ho off my dick
Silly b**h, I'm out your league so stop throwing a fit
A diss line for me is as irrelevant as you'll get
Now b**h 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 off with no arms
When the pressure's on, you folding up like a futon
Strap grenades to my roller-blades and skate
About a minute in my heart sank and it was too late
My legs blew up and then I see my body flying away
All that's left is my heart, vocal-box and my brain
About an hour later is 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 rapping machine
And then I broke outta the lab f**ing angry and mean
Damn Witty you delirious
k** beats, zone out, wake up like Jodi Arias
Scary sh**, like a f**ing zombie on some h**n
I let em' take a stab at the beat before I buried it