PewDiePie Rap (feat. PewDiePie)

How's it going, bros? My name's PewDiePie How's it going, bros? My name's PewDiePie How's it going, bros? My name's PewDiePie How's it going, bros? My name's PewDiePie Hey, hey This is PewDiePie's channel And if you don't like that, I'll slap you with a fannel Hop on my camel, and chase you to the north pole Argh, my camel's out of control! Run, run, call the police I'm going to the zoo, there's animals to release I take them all home, and I show them my games Take pictures of them all (Smile) And keep them in frames His name is PewDiePie, ladies claim he's a cutie pie Millions others disagree and say he's just a stupid guy So, who is right? Let's look at the facts Dudes that like him, or that attack? Hang on a sec, what does it matter? Refuse to fight, it's a horrible act I could pick some bogeys out of my nose Or watch something else that is gross with thousands of bros I could learn to sew and make some outfits and clothes Or I could buy a PewDiePie tee like thousands of bros What you talkin' 'bout, PewDiePie? You're not making any sense, bro, you be high You could wear a new Gucci suit and groovy tie But you'll never be as beautiful as PewDiePie I'm taking on YouTube in a tutu, woo-hoo I'm bigger than you, you and you, boo-hoo There's loads of dudes getting in feuds with Pewds But I'm infused with juice and ready to bruise these noobs I'm a velocirapper, ferocious A new subscriber every day since diplodocus I'm clearly the dopest, the rest of you are hopeless I'm on a global stage, you're on some sofas You're bogus, hocus pocus, no focus I can't decide if I should punch you or give you a brofist You look as if you stole your sister's hair Aw, what you gonna do? Throw Mr Chair? I could write poetry and flowery prose Or I could argue in the comments with thousands of bros I could water the garden, I've got flowers to hose Or I could stay inside the house online with thousands of bros What you talkin' 'bout, PewDiePie? You're not making any sense, bro, you be high You could wear a new Gucci suit and groovy tie But you'll never be as beautiful as PewDiePie Edgar Allen, Edgar Allen Are you responsible for what I'm smelling? I'm rippedy rapping, bippedy bapping and hippedy hopping There's nobody stopping me So whatever you're watching, you better be stopping And paying attention to P-e-wDiePie Even sweeter than a blueberry pie I feel like I'm motherfucking stuck in this duck It makes me want to quack like- What the fuck is that?! Genius Pewds strikes again with the speed of Räikkönen If I couldn't watch his videos, I think my life would end So, goodbye, bros, see you tomorrow Yeah, so, goodbye, bros- No, Stephano! I could play a Moba game for hours 'til pro Or I could choose to stay on YouTube with thousands of bros I could learn to sing to huge crowds at my shows Or I could join the chorus of this one How does it go, oh? What you talkin' 'bout, PewDiePie? You're not making any sense, bro, you be high You could wear a new Gucci suit and groovy tie But you'll never be as beautiful as PewDiePie How's it going, bros?