PewDiePie Rap (Acapella)

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?



Credits
Writer(s): Dan Bull
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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