เนื้อเพลง Bite Me - Dom Kennedy

[Mike Epps skit Intro]

[Verse 1:]
My homie "G" told me once you got it in a week
They didn't know I rhyme, but now n*ggas send me beats
Now I hooked a couple fans, booked a couple jams
See me at the party, n*gga shook a couple hands
And damn you such a d*ck blower, yo whole click owe us
And ya own b*tch know it, this my lane get over
And Jason had to change the kicks on the on the drums
Cause n*ggas bite like Tyson when they finna lose
They like "Dom what you finna do?"
N*gga more photo shoots, more interviews
I'm tryin to boost my status up before my minutes through
Cause n*ggas out in Philly like, "Dom we feelin Tennis Shoes."

[Hook:]
And you said you didn't like it though
N*gga Damn what you bite it fo'?
I'm just tryin to party with them lightskinned hoes
Take a couple shots and we might get blown
Hit a couple spots before the night get gone
Like b*tch you better look hot when these lights click on

[Verse 2:]
Please pardon, the way that I be guarding
My flow I don't spit, it's more the way that I be barfing
I'm on fire more the way that I be arson
I already palmed her in the way that I be Carson
On the daily I lay back in my car and
I do nothin, but I work too damn hard Man

[Hook: add to it]
And on... and on

[Verse 3:]
And I'm convinced we, fresh like Mintly
Sometimes I ask myself, "Is this for real n*gga pinch me"
To keep Dom sane cause dang
All this pink champagne got me tipsy
And I speak all flame n*gga meet champagne
N*gga drench me and send me to Disney Land
With some girls in a Jiggy tan
Ass like Diggy Damn, Saran and a dingy can
Don't you know you can't help style?
Man I'm just tryin to be like myself now
So when I show up, put yo self down
Black Chucks, with the Gucci belt
And you said you didn't like it though
N*gga Damn what you bite it fo'?
If I'm ever onstage and the mic is broke
I'm a just make it rain till the my life is broke
And I know that's not political
Kennedy's don't do that but no we is not identical
And no we is not a syllable
So when they say we back, that mean me they not feelin you
On the beat I rock lyrical
Feel it in the air yes indeed I drop spirituals
Belonging to the Lord, rescue me I got miracles
Can't take the car or SUV I got [?]
With no SUV I knock Erica, we shine so hard
How can people not stare at us
How girls not marry us (F*ck that)
How could MTV not carry this
Roll the Kush with the Berry sh*t
And don't come to Leimert Park with that scary sh*t
Every trend change and you bite the style
That's why people don't like you now!

[Hook]

[Verse 4 x4: after every line "Rock, rock on, rock on"]
To all my liars
To all my bitters
You could get inspired
But don't bite us