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Give it up

Give it up

Dead Beats, we like it rough

Give it up

Give it up

It’s

High nooooooon

Dead Beats, we like it rough

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?

(Give it up, give it up)

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.

Give it up

Give it up

Dead Beats, we like it rough

Give it up

Give it up

Dead Beats, we like it rough