Tried to Be Nice

[Verse 1]

It's Mr. High, yeah, it's me again, so sad, I need a friend

Thought y'all could sedate, your mistake was puttin' the needle in

Y'all 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 posted on my Twitter like, "What's happening?"

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 cummin' 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 drillin' 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 somethin' to climax"

I said, "Okay, uh, well, let me see what I got"

I started searchin' 'round my house and found my ex-girl's top

I went from soft to jackin' off, now I'm in need of a mop

And 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 joinin' 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

[Interlude]

Huh? We could take over this shit

Me and you, we could take over this shit

But for real, though

Yo

[Verse 2]

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, swipin' right like, "Which bitch gon' fuck me?"

You know that I'm the man, five grams of protein and some money

And girls are sayin' they love me, and guys are wishin' they was me

I'm offerin' nothin' more than a washborn on my tummy

It's funny, I might go name my next album Tha Carter VII

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 sellin'

I'm not dissin' who you think I'm dissin', 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

Insistin' 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

[Interlude]

And I'm talkin' 'bout you, stupid-ass bitch

Hahaha

Fuck you, you, you, and you

[Verse 3]

Oh, I must be over-privileged 'cause I comb my hair

While I'm lookin' 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've fuckin' killed me, I could've 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 standin' 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, the last I heard is you was surfin' the couch

The day you go out is the day that I feel bad for the ground

You're stealin' my sound, you're wack and I don't wanna collab

Look at your past, I'm countin' 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

Stealin' your art and then your lyrics, you're not real, you're an act

Not tweetin' you back, you're honestly the parrot of rap

You're makin' 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 comparin' me, comparin' what you can't comprehend

Can't wrap your head around the fact that I'm just nice with a pen

I'm standin' up and talkin' 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