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 (Yeah)

And if you don't like that, I'll slap you with a flannel

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 (Oh)

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 boogies 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 (Come on)

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

(Alright)

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 smellin'?

I'm rippedy rappin', bippedy bappin' and hippedy hoppin'

There's nobody stoppin' me (No)

So whatever you're watching, you better be stoppin'

And paying attention to PewDiePie

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, man?