Witt Lowry - Dom Perignon lyrics

[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