Witt Lowry - Piece of Mind lyrics

I think it's time
For me to give them a piece of my mind

It's funny how everybody thinks they know me
Didn't talk to me in highschool
Now you want to get to know me?
Well, I guess that's cool
But most people from my
School are either stuck
Up bitches or dudes acting like fucking tools
I'll take a hater, make him grab on my rope
Tell him "I'll take him to the top
Just put that rope around your throat"
Then when we get up there
I'll dangle him from the stairs
His dumbass still be like
"What the fuck is going on here?"
Many don't want to get me started
To the people I hurt, I'm sorry
I really hope that I can still
Come to your pity party
Nobody's safe, so everybody duck for cover
I don't really give a fuck
But that's just cause I got no rubber
I must be a fucking asshole with this
Shit coming out of my mouth fuck with me
You might come home to a guy with
A clown ass on your couch i'm just kidding
Maybe not I'm the shit I'm gravy hot
And I'm so horny, but I got no lube
So I'll just use some applesauce
Hate me all you want
But talent man you know I have it
I'm like the white Lil' Wayne mixed
With a bit of Bob Saget
Huh that's what people say I'll jump
On a boat and sail away
And now I'm on an island where they're
Sharks and all the skies are gray
I'm just so tired of these dumb ass bitches
They come home
The dad at work and the mom in the kitchen
Log on to Facebook, putting up a status they
Bitching about how much they hate their lives
When their families the richest
How many problems do you really
Think that you have?
Your biggest last week was whether you
Should buy a new cat
Now spit it homie move back
Enough balls to fill two sacks
And they say "You're a rapper? When
You gonna get a new tat?"
Well, why you try to put me into a box?
They say I'm acting crazy
Just haven't been sleeping a lot
Now all my dreams turn to nightmares
Where I only have five hairs
And pull em' out
Listening to a dumb bitch and a tight pair
The way these girls act, man it makes me sick
They're starving always searching for
Attention and shit
And when you're going to work girl
Don't upload a pic
And when you're brushing your teeth
Girl, don't upload a pic, shit!
Nobody really cares that much about your life
I'm sorry, I'd rather watch
A fly eating pie, than to
Look at pictures from every
Second of your life
It's like my newsfeed is a pool
And your trying to drown my eyes
People always hate
So I ask them what they don't like
They say, "I haven't listened to you
But I heard you're alright
But if I listened is just
Probably something I wouldn't like"
And I'm just like, "shut up
Slut, you're a drunk mess, right?"
You really are a hoe and
Girl you can't deny it
'Cause I just over heard you
Talking bout' a dirty pirate
And how you swore it how you still
Have it under your eye lid
And how the guy was big and
Hairy and his name Was Titus
Hating on other rappers, yeah that ain't me
So many people talk about no
Way he's better than me
But when yo' albums both dropped
He sold tons of CD's and then you?
You sold none, how are you better than he is?
See, promote yourself
That's all part of the game
You say you have killa' lyrics
But yo' songs aren't playin'
And then you blame it on the
Fact that he gets radio play?
Stop whining and all just grind or
Get out of the game
I have to admit, I do talk myself over bit
But, that's only because I know one
Day I'll actually live it mazer with it
Always going cause there ain't no
Finish, so if you tryna stop me
You better become a winner
Now, love how people talking
Shit are the ones
That have no potential and all
Of them will copy me with a lyrical pencil
Fuck it, I'll be happy if you wanna be me
I mean I am a
Cool rapper working towards a degree gee
I'm kinda flattered
My heart is going "pitter patter"
Thinking bout' going to college just
To become a rapper
I'll do whatever, who cares what I do?
So I sit in the back of
Class writing raps 'cause they good
This girl was like, "Hey Mark
Or should I call you Witty?
I heard that you're a rapper
Do you record in the city?
And aren't you from the suburbs? I
Bet your music is shitty
'Cause I know tons of other rappers
And they all film pretty
You're probably just another freck rapper
Trying to get big
Well, I know rappers from the city
That sounds better than big
I haven't heard them
But that's what they tell me and shit
Good luck on your career
I hope I wasn't being a bitch!"
First off, um, never fucking label me!
And girl you're so fake I thought
That you were fucking make-believe!
Save your luck full of b
When it's only 8 degrees
I don't really care if some dumb
Bitch wants to hate on me
What else is on my mind?
I think I'm running out of time
I'm already four pages deep inside
My little book of rhymes
Hold on! I see the finish line
But, I still have a little time
To fat right lines and show you
All I can fucking rhyme, yeah
You wanna talk behind my back?
I hope you like the view back there
You should be kissing my ass
I rappin' slow, I rappin' fast, I do it new
And fuck the past
And I'm schooling anyone that
Isn't going to class bitch