Over

[Exis]

Aye,

I'm over you niggas wantin' longer pieces
over bitches tellin' me you need a longer penis
I'm over every fuckin' wrongful being
that horribly writes,
postin' shit to whom supposedly likes it
and isn't down for coppin' a beatin' like an officer might
I'm over the cockiest type of idiot
like my posture is high
I'm over the top...what?
cloned as Optimus Prime, optics are froze
on those
who've forgotten they side
my foes are on some peripheral type shit when I pivot it right
I'm over any obstacle whilst you can't conquer the height
my esophagus fires shit that's more than overly hot
I'm over the time I've wasted
feelin' emotionally lost
over the masturbatin',
I'm over your craft you wanker, over the past
and makin'
my way to a place
where I'm noticed and known as greatness
I'm over this fuckin' pain in my ass
straight up over your anus
yet never over maimin' one's face
'til it's deranged you basehead
and shit is smeared all over the place
I'm over how partin' you tastes
used to love how you were
seperatin' your limbs, a part of me's in
let's have a party within
now I'm over every part of your face
I'm over skinny jeans,
over limousines,
over gettin' outta the bitch
with screamin' teens like they've Beiber seen
surroundin' the fricken thing like I've done shouted them dick
I'm over every black tryna make this a nigga scene
and over every cracker not knowin' what a wigga be
I'm over that,
this and the other my brother
I'm over folks into fuckin' they're mother
I'm over your rags, over the tone that you have
if nothin' is uttered
when I'm on the phone with your ass
I'll crawl up over your fence,
I'm over openin' gates to lay this home to rest
I'm over the elbow brushin' when I walk in a club
over bouncers roughin' me up like they be lookin' for guns
over the stares that I'm gettin' when I is wearin' a hoody
over the rare adolescent into slittin' their wrist
'cause no one cares for this pussy,
I'm over givin' a shit.