Witty’s Acapella

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 fucking crazy
Got the rhyme swine flu
Not even Dr seuss can save me
Maybe, I'm chilling with a fine young lady
Then Gisele on her face
Bitch 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 fuck 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 350
Of course, i drank the shake but threw
The fries like a Frisbee
Then I ran out the door
Yelling 'bitch come get me'
And you can call me Cum Il Jong
How my dick taste 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 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 fucking angry and mean, rRRRRR
Damn Witty you delirious
Kill beats, zone out, wake up like Jodi Arias
Scary shit
Like a fucking zombie on some heroin
I let them take a stab at the
Beat before I bury it but
They're still screaming 'fuck Witt
Sick of all your dumb shit
Waited 4 months for your tape
What the fuck bitch'
Dick covered in Fun Dip
Just missed Halloween so Walgreens got a sale
And now your tongue look green, you get it?
It means you sucking 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 fuck 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
And went 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 us family
To the fans that stuck by
Me I'm considering us family peace