Fortnite Rap (HARDER)
Yo, bus door pop, I’m demonic when I drop,
100 bodies breathin’, but they all finna rot.
Land hot, Retail Row or The Yacht,
Pickaxe crack skulls, leave the ground full of spots.
AR suppressor, submachine stutter,
Spray his whole team, turn his build into butter.
Double pump jump, edit peak murder,
He box up scared—boom, cone shot, serve him.
Chorus:
Fortnite, war time, no cap, all gas,
Build battles, thrill kills, leave the whole lobby gassed.
Victory Royale, blood on the crown,
Last man standing, watch the rest bow down!
Sweat mode activated, no build? Still savage,
Zero Build demon, SMG turn ’em to cabbage.
Third party king, I clean up the mess,
He pop a reboot van—nah, I grief that request.
Rocket ride snipe from across the map,
Headshot ping 0, boy your aim is a cap.
Storm surge pressure, I’m movin’ like water,
Height disadvantage? Flip the script, slaughter.
V-Bucks on skins but the skill ain’t rented,
Battle Pass maxed, every season I’m gifted.
Default on your corpse while your duo is crying,
“Report this kid,” bro you already dying.
Chorus:
Fortnite, war time, no cap, all gas,
Build battles, thrill kills, leave the whole lobby gassed.
Victory Royale, blood on the crown,
Last man standing, watch the rest bow down!
Chapter whatever, meta keep switchin’,
I adapt in seconds, you still out here glitching.
Zone edge warrior, high ground controller,
Your whole squad folded, now you playin’ spectator.
Clutch 1v4, heart rate maxed out,
Last reload click—boom, head popped, lights out.
From tilted chaos to lazy lazy fields,
I’m the final boss every lobby feels.
It’s 6 AM, eyes red, still queued,
Addicted to the W’s, nothin’ else’ll do.
Fortnite savage, till the servers crash,
I’m the nightmare in every default’s last match.
Victory Royale, bitch. 🏆
Drop that in the lobby and they’ll know it’s a problem.
