DWHB - Party's Over lyrics

[Verse 1: Dean] Call me Owen Wilson, cause I'm crashing the wedding You were having with the game, you can exchange the bedding And all the other gifts you've already received From your mom, your bro, and the hip-hop community Cause what you've been doing's gonna smell like sh** Once they catch a whiff of this Waffle Houze ish We act goofy, but next to you we so intelligent Hope you didn't blow your cash, cause you irrelevant Call me Wiz cause I'm on my level I'm just playin'; he's not on our level If we dumb our sh** down, could we make it like Wiz did? If we whip our hair, could we make it like Will's kid? To other rappers do we sound like pasty misfits? Or are our rhymes tasty like gravy and biscuits? Your luck is out, step on your four-leafed clover The cops are here, man; your party's over [Hook] Party's over, it's done Party's over, it's done Party's over, it's done Party's over, the end [Verse 2: Travis] Let's take a moment to a**ess the situation Don't wanna hear? Then I suggest that you switch the station But the radio won't play us though Cause the lyrics too vulgar, like Brian O' Hollerin' you are, and swallowin', you are The lyrics we spit, and Twitter-followin' you are Haha, I'm kidding, that was a little joke Cause if followers were currency, then we'd be a little broke But currently my current be moving you And don't deny that this beat is grooving you A heart attack is what I'd say we're serious as Like Sirius Black, I'd say we'll strike fear in your a** That line was for all the haters, you see Cause we're tired of people not takin' us seriously We're three white kids that make jokes, but we ain't playing Man I got sidetracked; what was it that I was saying? [Hook] [Verse 3: Andrew] When a flow so exquisite as this is getting busted Best pay attention, like a crime scene's getting dusted Like an exhibit in a museum for y'all's viewing Dirty like two dudes in the mall screwing And all through it, people start to crowd around The moanin' and the screaming's gettin' louder now This sh**'s a spectacle; I master the game Grind faster than James Bond chasin' after them dames Y'all stayin' the same while I'm straight evolving Charizard from Charmander, Weezing from Koffing That chameleon flow, cop-a-feelin' a ho Gotta get that cash; wheelin' and dealin', you know? Cause I'm judge, jury and the executioner And you're such a fruit, the next step is juicing ya I know it hurts, cause I wrecked your head But it could be worse; this track is left for dead [Hook]