Guh

(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 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 sensō 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 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?)

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 you 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 overdone

Give herself 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)