Jay - It's Over lyrics

[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