by The song centers on a rap diss and rivalry between online content creators and streamers. Throughout the lyrics, the narrator directly challenges his opponents, demanding that they remove the diss tracks made against him. He mentions several streamers and internet personalities, criticizing them and responding to their remarks. The narrator repeatedly highlights his popularity, financial success, and influence, claiming that he had already achieved success before becoming a streamer. He also argues that he continues to stay ahead of his rivals. Overall, the song focuses on competitive rap exchanges, online rivalries, self-confidence, and the narrator’s efforts to defend his reputation and assert his position.
Song: EBK
Singer: Kai Cenat
Label: Kai Cenat Live
Release date: Jul 12, 2026
Kai Cenat EBK Lyrics
Y’all have forty-eight hours, bro
To delete every single diss of Streamer U
Or I’m going to be forced to take myself to the studio
Ayo, Scout, what you cooking?
No, I ain’t wanna do this, but them boys stay looking for clips
Why the fuk my name stay on they temple? I can tell I been running this s*it
Who Rakai? Boy not no glitch
N!gga open his mouth and it smell like piss
So many opps, let’s go down the list
FunnyMike wanna diss, n!gga, suck my d!ck
What the fuk is a Mike? Only mic that I know for the stream
Catch me a Mike, I’ma beat him like Ike
Toting Stacey, I’m sliding with Reem (Grrah, grrah)
Pick a side, don’t come in between
Me and my bro likе Jordan and Scottie (Like what, like what?)
Why n!ggas wanna talk ’bout Madi?
Don’t dap mе, I’m on everyone body, b!tch (Like what?)
I put the V in the ‘Vet
Get him gone, all it take is a cheque
Call me Johnny, put them to the test
Rakai butt, n!gga, say it with your chest
Big EBK, Streamer U got ’em vexed
Vivet boots got ’em gasping for breath
Cooking these boys, I’m not even a chef
Straight banging this G sit, making me deaf, baow
I’m big dog, n!ggas poodle
Ray wanna diss me? Go eat a noodle
Beat ’em to death, straight doing n!ggas brutal
If he throw one, I’m throwing quadruple (Grrah, grrah)
Word? FunnyMike chatting? He thirty (Old-head)
Rakai wanna jump in, he dirty
In the towns, I be overly sturdy
You were not accepted ’cause you not worthy (Baow)
And they still wanna talk on my hamster? (Grrah)
N!gga, what? Fuk that b!tch
Been getting cash ‘fore I picked up a camera
I’m Cenat, I got bread ‘fore the blitz (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
In the party, don’t step on my kicks
Don’t gotta pop it or say that I’m rich
Brokie boy telling me “Stop it,” I could just go pop it and have all they hoes on my d!ck, damn (Like, damn)
And I ain’t forget DooDooGarbage
He lost India doing some nonsense
Looking for love, n!gga, this ain’t Love Island
Streamer U got that boy feeling nauseous
I be joking, but no, I don’t play though
Got a bad b!tch, she gon’ do what I say though
Chill in the crib, I be running up pesos
Last n!gga dissed me, he got a halo, b!tch
