Give it up
Give it up
Dead Beats, we like it rough
It's
High nooooooon

Soooo,
a yeet yeet skrt to the yacht yacht steeze
A little more wind, we could shoot the breeze
The routine's got me reminiscing back to the start line
Madness indeed I believed I was “part-time”
Sick to my stomach, click click bit of mischief
Miss, Hit, “fuck this shit” then a bitch quits
Stop. Forget that. Be an entertainer.
Reaper with killer wits, they cannot restrain her
I could be a plain girl. Would you like that？
Nah, think I'll take ya to the forest with a spike bat
Beat you and skin you and make me a nice hat！！
(Calli, are you okay...？)
Just a little wiped, that's all.
.... but it's every day now.
I'm sensing a 戦争 and can't express how
Eat a light snack. And remain loud.
Have a nice laugh. All the way down.

Who's the one, the loaded gun who's always pointed downward
Shooting. My. Self again, the sweetest sound They ever heard,
Now let's play a game, shall we go a bit deeper？
Who is the best at the roasting the reaper？
(Dead Beats, we like it rough.)
Haven't we learned anything？
Be a force of nature, little agitators
Show ya how it's done, for fun, a little later
Vomit your comments, my range is greater
G to the U H saying “Give Up, H@t3rs (Hey, there-)

There's a lot of thoughts I can't say outright
I've got my chords, you've got your keyboard, both us got all night
Try again, I'm wishin' you well！
But you will never roast me better than I roast myself
Hang ‘em high,
Cuz you won't take my life, cuz I ain't got none
So sorry, I'm hardly, just getting started
But why？
Have you misplaced your life？ I'll help you find it
Just follow, my shadow,
Guess what？ I'm on your side.

The self-deprecation is a bit over done
Give herself a point of credit, she could go for one
Understood, have a song where I imply I'm deserving
Now the “big-headed” bad guy Calli got ‘em swerving
I really oughta try and be little less offensive
Not to brag, though my vocab is quite extensive
The structure's a mess not unlike... my flow...
Got the message, I best stick to what I know！！！！

I don't care what they say, self-hate is an art
If you want to compete with me, then get smart,
“My dog plays games better, pee pee poo”
Gee, Look at the size of the brain on you！
Comin' through, these burns are the best in the biz
I'll pretend that my antis are all just little kids！

Were you observing what I just did？
Reverse self-serving, surprise, here's a pop quiz:

Who's the one who smacks herself for fun without a lick of hesitance
“Damn, My Content's Only Decent” Club and I'm the President
Now, let's play a game, shall we go a bit deeper？
Who is the best at the roasting the reaper？
(Dead Beats, we like it rough.)
Haven't we learned anything？

There's a lot of thoughts I can't say outright
I've got my chords, you've got your keyboard, both us got all night
Try again, I'm wishin' you well！
But you will never roast me better than I roast myself
Hang ‘em high,
Cuz you won't take my life, cuz I ain't got none
So sorry, I'm hardly, just getting started
But why？
Have you misplaced your life？ I'll help you find it
Just follow, my shadow,
Guess what？ I'm on your side.