Tried to Be Nice

It's Mr high, yeah it's me again, so sad
I need a friend thought y'all could sedate
Your mistake was putting the needle in
Y'all broke skin, now all the demons
They keep on creeping in
Your mouth is full of shit
I might hit the lip when I piss in it
I took a pic and post it on my Twitter like
"What's happening?"
I hope that I can get a couple
Likes and find a badder bitch
With nice tit's, a nice ass, some nice lips
A nice rack she said, "You're cumming too
Quick" I said, "Bitch, you define fast"
I look up at the clock
How much time passed? One minute
Oh yeah, you know a minute
Was straight drilling that fine ass
She said, "I think you're lying i'm tired
And where's the wine at?
And where is all the weed? I'm
In need of something to climax"
I said, "Okay, uh, well
Let me see what I got"
I start to search around my house
I found my ex-girl's top
I went from soft to jacking off
Now I'm in need of a mop
And I hear her yelling from my room, "Mark
I said I want pot" destined to flop
'cause look at all the bullshit on top
My only chance at success is if
Kanye tells me to stop
While I'm at the Grammy's and they hand
Me the award for best pop
And I think I'm joining One Direction
Now that Malik is lost
Need a moment to pause, I want to say, "Hi
Miss Swift if you ever gave me the chance
Then I could show you my dick
I could send you a pic
I don't care if Harry doesn't like Witt"
Like B and J, Witt and Tay
We could take over this shit

Huh? We could take over this shit
Me and you, we could take over this shit
But for real though

Yo, so why'd you send your daughter to
College here in the first place?
You pay 20k and your daughter
Became a sperm bank
Was fucking five guys on the first day
She learned how to suck a dick
And still hasn't experienced her
First A, damn
She's looking up from her knees
She knows about whiskey neat
Double D's and the trees
She's getting high because the last guy
He left her with ease
Asking him, "Please don't leave
You said you loved me"
On Tinder swiping right like which
Bitch gon' fuck me?
You know that I'm the man
Five grams of protein and some money
And girls are saying they love me and
Guys are wishing they was me
I'm offering nothing more than a
Washborn on my tummy it's funny
I might go name my next album
"Tha Carter VI I "
And sell a bunch of copies outside a 7-Eleven
And make it sound like shit so
That no one can comprehend it
Baby, must've fucked your ears
And then career, 'cause you ain't selling
I'm not dissing who you think I'm dissing
It's someone different
I tried to be nice and then no one listened
So I'm pissed
And if I hear another bitch try to
Tell me how she is different
Like, "I never get around" but her pussy
I fit my fist in
Insisting that I'm so jealous
I'm jealous of who?
Your screws are loose for you to
Think I'm jealous of you
You're lame and never made anything
But balls turn blue
Telling the truth and when offended
Then I'm talking 'bout you

And I'm talking 'bout you, stupid ass bitch
Fuck you, you, you and you

Oh, I must be over privileged
'cause I comb my hair
While I'm looking through Walmart
Target and Kohl's for some clothes to wear
You stupid fuck, I got a hairy pair
Just for you to suck and if I bust
I might just bust in your hair
Because I aim high, we are not the same guy
You are just a lame with no
Brain and a day job my dad, he got laid off
Too drunk off the Jäger
And still drove me all around the town, wow
Thanks Pa you could have fuckin' killed me
I could have been dead
Your only purpose on this earth was your
Sperm and now look what you did
You created the greatest rapper to live
And when I'm standing at the
Grammy's, hi Granny, bitch
You ain't worth shit look at me win
I had a friend and he's irrelevant now
Come to find out
Found his tongue in my ex-girl's mouth
Karma is a bitch
The last I heard is you was surfing the couch
The day you go out is the day
That I feel bad for the ground
You're stealing my sound
You're wack and I don't want to collab
Look at your past
I'm counting every rapper line
That you jacked
You sound like me if I could suck on my sack
Like, "Witt, drop shit so I can copy it
And say I can rap"
I've come to attack you bottom feeder fucks
I'ma blast stealing your art and then your
Lyrics, you're not real, you're an act
Not tweeting you back
You're honestly the parrot of rap
You're making me laugh
I'm everything the rap-game lacks
In fact, go ahead
Compare me to the greatest again
They said that Em sounds like Nas
And Hop sounds like Em
And I sound like Hop, so where do we end?
Stop comparing me
Compare what you can't comprehend
Can't wrap your head around the fact that
I'm just nice with a pen
I'm standing up and talking shit
I'm never one to pretend
Never one that would blend
I'm not Eminem and I'm not Lennon
I'ma lead a generation and pick it
Up where they left it, it's Witt