Me Vs. You Pt. 3

(Intro)

What’s that? He’s back?

Ay, part 3, bitch

Let’s get it

 

I’m a master, and you like taking dicks that have a lot of masser

I’m a power player, and your layers go off when you encounter gayers

I have 13,000 reputation, and unlike RapBoat you have 0 destinations

I have 147 followers, and you like watching cocks fall to Earth

I’m controversial and bold, and you like cock reversals to hold

I have a lot to be voicin’, and you have a lot of RapBoat food choices

I like to run it up, and you wanna run your dick up but you ain’t runnin,’ bruh

I’m movin’ like I know, and you’re movin’ like you’re slow

I live in the cellar, and RapBoat’s kitchen is where you’re a dweller

I have a bounty on my head, and you have 1000 pounds instead

I shoot a 3 and it goes right in, and your chute lets freely poles ride in

I’m smart and cunning, and you’re a tard who’s cumming

I do tests, and I know your “A” be seen, you get D’s when F’d like the ABCs

I’m breaking ground, and when you get pounded you break and shout

I know basic RapBoat addition, and you don’t because of your brainless affliction

I’m a rapper who has the data, and you’re a raper who has a dada

I made the Vote Betting System with RapBoat, and you made the chode heady system

I don’t do postulation, and you cook pots of gay shit

I fry the opps and they turn to steam, and when you drive a RapBoat car you can’t turn the thing

I rise above the enemies like a skyscraper, and you’re a Skype raper

I win crowns, and you have to fake it since you’re a dimwit cow

I always have RapBoat coins on me, and you’re so soy and coy, on B

I like mending the shitshows, and you like sitting on Mentos

I’m from the district, and you’re from the dickstrict

I’m for a RapBoat humanity, and you’re for huge-man-a-D’s

I’m like JFK, and you said “let’s gay eff, K?

I’m gonna depart as the Messiah, and this is the part where you miss eyein’

I’m regal, and you’re so stupid it shouldn’t be RapBoat legal

I’m a unifier, and you’re a tube-insider

I have outstanding RapBoat metrics, and you stroke members using handy methods

I have flow like a creek, and you do TikTok dances that involve cheeks

I have every diss supported, and you have all yours disreported

I have the accurate scoop, and you just say “RapBoat and X Factor is poop”

I take action, and your envy gives your aches traction

My highs don’t come with lows, and you don’t cum with loads

I don’t cry when my lungs get destroyed, and you cry when a RapBoat papercut is deployed