We were, we were literally running past you

We were, we were vibing

We were not only vibing, but we were listening to uh, Pigstep

Go on put it back on, go on I'll- I'll let you vibe a bit longer

Well, now we have to go through the whole song again; we've had to restart like 12 times

Can you hear it, Wilbur?

I can hear it

Come on Techhnoblade do the

Nah, I've bahhed too much I have to wait a few turns

You got to bahh, well I'm not rapping if you don't bahh

It's a hand in hand relationship

Ph1LzA

His name is Ph1LzA Minecraft and he is quite old

He is married to a women

Technoblade has a golden crown

I am massive, I am massive

Wilbur Soot is a musician

He sings about women which I find cool

Techhnoblade wears a gown and in the gown he doesn't own knives

Yeah, Wilbur, your verse you ready?

His name is Techhnoblade and he wears a red gown

He has a crown on his head and he doesn't do drugs

Her name is Tess and she uses TikTok (that is funny to me)

We are playing Minecraft and I'm cool and Vikkstar, hello, Techhnoblade

We are playing Minecraft, we are like Dream, but Dream cannot sing

Technoblade, he has brown shoes I think that, is, interesting

I don't really know what to think the color of his shows don't mater that much to me (yuh)

X-X-X (yeah, uh), red (uh), colors (yuh), squares, squares, squares (heh) (ow)

I see clouds

His name is Wilbur Soot and he is a dirty crime boy

He just walks around being strange

I think he might be on a list

I don't know what his deal is, he probably dates Nihachu

I should've not have said that live

Anyway moving on I've met him in real life

It was a vlog and Tubbo was there (yuh, mm, yeah)

Bessy are you ready to take it away 'cause I can not do this for much longer (yuh)

I'll pass it to Technoblade, okay, Techno

I got more bling than a house wife of New York

Ranboo's dead; he can't handle this pork

In high school I was voted most tall

I can't think of cool so I am going to stall

I'm the law around here and you're a goon

I'm gonna punt you straight to the moon

When I think of you I think of a stick

I am going to beat you with this brick

I can't listen to you it makes me fail

Your merch won't make a single sale

Go on now run back to your park

All you verses always miss the mark

I got more bling than a house wife of New York

Ranboo's dead; he can't handle this pork

In high school I was voted most tall

I can't think of cool so I am going to stall

Wilbur, Wilbur, oh, it's his verse, you ready?

Wilbur is not rapping so I am going to do a filler rap

It's very awkward and rather uncomfortable

There is a birch tree, oh

Please speedrun

Turn on the Dream music

Go, go, go, go (yeah, yeah, bitch yeah)