Witt Lowry - Dom Perignon lyrics
[Witt Lowry - Dom Perignon lyrics]
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 it's 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
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
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 it's 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
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