[Intro: Dylan and Jay]
HOW'S HE ANNOYING
He back stabs everybody
HUH
He thinks he's the sh** and he's not
UGGGH
*yawn*
I'm sleep
[Verse: 1]
Friend in my face
Enemy in disguise
Boy so fat
Lay off burgers and fries
Hair so long
Can't even see his eyes
Every thing you rap ab
They're all lies
Shirts to small
Man, buy some your own size
Closest thing you got to p**y
Is grab a girls thighs
Wanna be Eminem
Wanna be logic
We know you gay boy
Garret come up out the closet
Wanna be Thomas
Wanna be Landon
Don't battle me
I'm the last man standing
You the last one ranting
Type of guy who goes around pant-sing
STOP!
Can't even lift the bar
'Cause he's making no gains
Stole the Lil Wayne beat 'cause his raps straight lame
Man, these dimples had these hoes into the last gear
I was more popular than you last year
Yeah, we didn't even know you exist
My team pa** all yo hoes like an a**ist
Now I'm going off the sh**s
You will never a**ist
End your career
Man you'll have no fame
Icy g lame a** name
Diss me for nothing
White boy that's kinda lame tho
Like Jeremy and Josh catching feelings for the same ho
Oh you done did it
Imma k** you in a verse
Tripping over Morgan but you know i hit it first
Y'all making me laugh
Just like Jimmy Fallon
Dick on ya mouth from kissing Britney Allen
I see these blacks and I see you trying to pretend
Fat a** gamer
Xbox every weekend
Your mouth filled with semen
You're three feet keep reaching
You the type of guy to f** a girl when she's sleeping
You the type of guy who finds dick pleasing
You the type of guy who wants reverse bleaching
And you think you'll beat me
You'll have to keep dreaming
I bet you get your flow from YouTube
U really wanted Lexi
She like who the heck is this dude
Never heard of this dude
Never heard of his shoes
Your so lame
Even Thomas wouldn't miss you
I didn't wanna diss you
But things have to happen
I saw you shivering as soon as I started rapping
Two heads go to clashing
Like your mother I was bashing
'Get someone your own age'
I keep it old fashioned
You can't say you're hard
Matt knocked you out
Wanna throw these hands
I can beat you no doubt
Lyrics kinda faulty
You getting kinda salty
Kneel to greatness
Worship and exalt me
Your breath stank
You really need to back off
3 inch punisher
This is how u jack off