Tried to Be Nice

It's Mr. Hi, yeah, it's me again
 So sad, I need a friend
 Thought ya'll could sedate
 Your mistake was putting a needle in
 Ya'll broke skin
 Now all the demons, they keep on creepin' 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 happenin'?
 I hope that I can get a couple likes and find a badder bitch
 With nice tits
 A nice ass
 Some nice lips
 A nice rack
 She said, "You're coming too quick"
 I said bitch, you define fast
 I look up at the clock, how much time pass?
 One minute
 Oh yeah, you know a minute was straight drillin' that fine ass
 She said, "I think you're lyin', 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
 Then I hear her yellin' 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 wanna 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
 Uhh
 We could take over this shit
 Me and you, we could take over this shit
 Hahahaha
 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 fuckin' five guys on the first day
 She learned how to suck a dick
 And still hasn't experienced her first A, damn
 She's lookin' up from her knees
 She knows about whiskey neat, double D's and the trees
 She's gettin' 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 washboard on my tummy
 It's funny
 I might go name my next album The Carter VII
 And sell a bunch of copies outside of 7 Eleven
 And make it sound like shit so that no one can comprehend it
 Baby, must have fucked your ears
 And then career
 'Cause you ain't sellin'
 I'm not dissin' who you think I'm dissin'
 It's someone different
 I try to be nice and no then one listens
 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
 Tellin' the truth
 And when offended, then I'm talkin' 'bout you
 And I'm talkin' 'bout you
 Stupid ass bitch
 Hahaha
 Fuck you, you, you and you
 Oh
 I must be over privileged 'cause I comb my hair
 While I'm looking through Wal-Mart
 Target and Kohls 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 Jager
 And still drove me all around the town
 Wow, thanks, pa!
 You could have fucking 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's a bitch
 And the last I heard is you was surfing the couch
 The day you go out is a day that I feel bad for the ground
 You're stealing my sound
 You're wack and I don't wanna 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 app
 Not tweetin' 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 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
 Comparing 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