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(Guh) Give it up, give it up (Guh) Dead beats, we like it rough (Guh) Give it up, give it up (Guh) (It's high noon) Dead beats, we like it rough So, a yeet yeet to the 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 this. Be an entertainer Reaper with killer wits, they cannot rеstrain her I could be a plain girl. Would you like that? Nah, think I'll takе you to the forest with a spiked 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 Letras de cancionesHave a nice laugh, all the way down Who's the one, the loaded gun Who's always pointed downward Shooting myself 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 you how it's done for fun a little later Vomit your comments, my range is greater G to the U H saying "give up, haters" There's a lot of thoughts I can't say outright I've got my chords, you've got your keyboard, both of us got all night Try again, I'm wishing you well But you will never roast me better than I roast myself Hang 'em high, 'cause you won't take my life, 'cause 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 Self-deprecation is a bit over-done Give her 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 them swerving I really ought to try to be a little less offensive Not to brag, though my vocab's quite extensive The structure's a mess, not unlike my flow Got my message, I best stick to what I know I don't care what you say, self-hate is an art If you want to compete with me then get smart "My dad plays games better, pee pee poo" Geez look at the size of the brain on you Coming 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 of us got all night Try again, I'm wishing you well But you will never roast me better than I roast myself Hang 'em high, 'cause you won't take my life, 'cause 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 (Guh) From Letras Mania