DEADBOI

[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