[Intro]

I wasn’t gonna do this, but you’re a fuckin' bitch, bitch

When your friends become your haters

Fuckin' weird pedo-beard

Shave that weird patchy hair on your face

And for god’s sake, stop screamin' on the mic!

“EPIC RAP BATTLES OF IMAGINATION, BITCH!”

Fuckin' mama’s boy…

[Verse 1]

NicePeter just hit me on a text

Last night he thought your battle was a wreck

Wait, you’re gonna ignore us? I’m perplexed

We’ve all sent you a message and left us all on read

Damn, I’m really sorry you made it come to this

And I would never do this for a hundred clicks

But I’ve got an idea for this fucker’s diss

And I wasn’t gonna publish it, but the whole crew’s lovin it

Zandy Flandy, listen, man, I never thought I’d come to face you

But you’ve betrayed dude so put away that self esteem

And answer the people that made you

And I could care less if your weird ass tried to upstage me

'Cause you been gettin that ERBP money and still haven’t paid me

And they call me the wannabe, but you sure are pretty fuckin Shady

You on a rhyme got the crowd yelling “BOO!” (“you suck!”)

So before you try, I doubt anyones letting you

Make a sting like, “The Cover Album was sickening

Listening to Bling Face sing is making my ears ring"

Say I need some autotune, bitch, this is a rap battle

And you’d fumble with the mic ‘fore you ever had your ass tackled

Fuckin’ redhead, you’ve been a bad apple

Sunkist-luva Fanta-sizes about Zack’s asshole!

Bro chill, orange ya glad you had me go there?

You been ignoring and don’t wanna open our mail

So now I’m goin' ham cause you opened the can of spam, well

Too bad I’m white, coulda call it blackmailed

Hold up, is that a green screen or a mold field?

And the fuck’s on your shirt? Cream cheese or old milk?

Ugh, You’ll never get a date, dirty boy, so keep suckin’ your own dick!

“Your last cover album sucked, you need singing classes

Oh shoot, I think I been missing my classes, procrastinating on rap battles”

Such a fuckin’ hypocrite when you come at me, lil goof

And luxury? Oh, we know that

You’ve got a brand new camera and studio to go with

Just to try to use it for the channel that you stole, bitch

Giving the innocent look like, “What money is this money you speak of? I don’t know shit!”

Just in my mini GOAT stage

And still killing your face, literally, thank you to Matthew

You can clearly see I’m aimed directly at you

Your ass is grass, you're a DEADBOI like statue!

*GLLRRLLAT! TAT-TAT-TAT- pew!*

Even with my weak shots, you’ve become the past, dude

Nobody wants to fuck with him, no one wants to talk to him

While we’re on the subject, it’s probably because of autism

Oooh shit. Wait!

But have I gone too far? Nahh, you’re made of cancer, dawg

And we finna tell mommy if you don’t answer, dawg!

Now I remember you complainin’ you didn’t like to stand too long

Well now you stand alone, all because you couldn’t stand to loan

(RAP BATTLE OUTRO!) So now there’s you, dancing alone

And how come you scrapped the final battle

After everyone did their part, like it doesn’t concern you?

Now we all gotta make a new tracks (But why, Zander?!)

Probably cause you know we already murdered you

[Bridge]

YOU’RE A DEADBOI

YOU’RE A DEADBOI

YOU’RE A DEADBOI

YOU’RE SO. FUCKIN. DEAD. BOI!

[Verse 2]

I’m sick you sayin you look buff when all I can see is chub, motherfucker, so let’s talk about it

Everyday your mama cooks you up some lunch, and you’re like, what? 21 or something? Yea, we can talk about it

I’m sick of the long hair and your hearing, it’s pretty off, so we can talk about it

I love this track man, but I got my own part if you think I’m trying to be a Marshall Mathers

**Part 2**

[Verse 3]

I just wanna talk, are you hearing me, boi?

I don’t even care about a parody, boi

I just wanna fuck with ya lyrically, boi

After this, I bet you finna need some therapy, boi

You don’t intimidate me, 'cause you dont compare to me, boi

I’m on another level, put me on a pedestal

And motherfuckin stare at me, boi, fucking cherish me, boi

Get ready with the parachute, better prepare to deploy

'Cause they been looking up to you but this is how I drop you off

And why is it in every call, Zander’s got his webcam on

Actin all weird and shit like twerking, or literally jerking off

I’m sick of this gingered twerp like, Justin, why’d we let him work for us?

I know it seemed impossible in the beginning without an editor

But just think, without Zander, overtime, we could’ve gotten better

Sure, it would’ve taken a little longer, but maybe we could’ve ended up bigger

Maybe we’d still be going, making a living, but we got played by this fucking ginger

We were gonna give it a little time and maybe try to work something out with ya

But Justin just informed me that you still be claiming our dimes, 'cause Cam done outed ya

Okay, I might’ve said “our dimes,” but I did it for the rhyme, I’m actually talkin' about thousands, bruh

And you better hope you didn’t spend a motherfucking penny

Because that's a lot of money that your gonna have to salvage up

[Outro]

So what you gonna do now, boi?

You gonna respond or what?

Make a Rap Devil parody, or make a fucking musical about me?

Give me your best shot