Witt Lowry - Witt Lowry's Acapella lyrics

I'm in a tub full of Ben Gay Listening to Marvin Gaye Jacking off with the candles lit and some chardonnay Romantic night, right? White boys f**ing crazy Got the rhyme swine flu not even Dr Seuss can save me Maybe, I'm chilling with a fine young lady Then just zele on her, b**h call me Tom Brady What I spit is so ill I think I gave the mic rabies I got 99 problems and not one is if you hate me Great, there he goes quoting Jay-Z I'm 'bout to fly high boy and I ain't talking laced weed Giovanna's tampons instead I ate the beat See I never give a f** like a girl that don't take D I'm at McD's, my boys came to get me I bought a small fry and a shake for 3.50 Of course I drank the shake but threw the fries like a Frisbee Then I ran out the door yelling 'b**h come get me' And you can call me Cum Il Jong How my dick take like Dom Perignon Go harder than it is and jack it off with no arms When the pressure's on you folding up like a futon Strapped grenades to my roller blades and skate About a minute in my heart's 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's when all the scientists came They took my parts and dragged them back to the lab with a chain They made a monster mad action pack rapping machine And then I broke out of the lab f**ing angry and mean, RRRRRR 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 them take a stab at the beat before I bury it but They're still screaming 'f** Wit Sick of all your dumb sh** Waited 4 months for your tape, what the f** b**h' Dick covered in Fun Dip Just missed Halloween so all greens got a sail in And now your tongue look green, you get it? It means you s**ing on my dick while you hate You wanna board the Witty train But man you 2 trains late I wanna board this rap game but am I 2 Chainz late? I've come to save and change the game Before it too sames fate I walked up in the price chopper Where the f** are the Fritos? Sir, I'm sorry we're all out All we have are Tostitos So now I'm pissed off I bought a whole bag of some Cheetos In my home and wrote this whole rap with an axe and a speedo Honestly, 99 percent can never understand me The 1 percent that could would think that I deserve a Grammy To the friends that stuck by me I'm considering as family To the fans that stuck by me I'm considering as family Peace