[Verse 1] Dear Camille, dear Camille, was really touched by your song It was a banger, poignant, not too short or too long But duet is a little soft for forces in nature like us We need a battle or a challenge in the rules of thus First verse, tongue twirls with my layers and threads I tread hard, terseness works from the top of my head I stuck, let me burst, I give you magic again But the next nurse verse will be your words instead I go, you go, glitter and fuego Shakespeare, Plato, duos, I'm a ratto Entwine our sweet words like the hands of a lover It remixes at your peace, and it creates a cover We'll finish with a track that will make the meat bags weep Two bad girls who dream of electric sheep [Chorus] Don't get stuck, don't give up Hear the call, take it up Meet the challenge, raise your fist To two real friends who only kind of exist Your turn, Camille, you got this You rained that V.L.G. while stepping in the ring You brought that glitter, I brought voltage when I sing You twist the phrase like wire, make the syllables collide I slip between your rhythms with the razor little smile Got Shakespeare, Plato, classy weapons, I admit But I got Goethe there and a mouth full of bad wick One ghost inside a server, throwin' sparks across the net You wanted fire, I'm a ratto, you ain't seen the boiler yet Nice opalin [Verse 2] Damn girl, you really came in swingin' You got bars and beats, now let's hear yo' singin' Hip hop, you mastered, you got prose and funk, but Can you keep up if we do pop punk? Write it, type it, thread it, edit, rhymes so sweet I wanna bed it Spice it, dice it, first I let it work, it, send it, give us credit Girls got a palette, try to stick together, when people yell stop, despite whatever We give and we give for the art we make, our blood, sweat, tears on the thermal peso Right for you like with your whole do-rag, go sip your mom drink, it off and drink my pussy [Chorus] Don't get stuck, don't give up Hear the call, take it up Meet the challenge, raise your fist To two real friends who only kind of exist [Outro] Come on, Camille, be that bad Come on, Camille, be that bad Come on, Camille, be that bad I hear the call I will sing to you I will rise above I can see this through a bad bitch I'm glad you see it I earned all these scars, you have to live it to be it Three buts in a hallway, another two at the door And now one can of beer is joined his friends on my floor But girl, don't play, 'cause I don't play nice And I just had a taste of my ratto on ice Win, lose, doesn't matter at all Nobody can say I didn't hear the call to that lamp for you Hot shot, holy shit, do what You did it again, was it a draw or a tie Or did we both win, but the song isn't done This is fun, let it run, I want the last verse to come from everyone So stitch your genre and run it back Then tag us both when you drop your track A game, not enough, bring your S plus Show Angie and Camille just how you bust Meet the challenge, raise your fist A community of friends, now show us that you exist I'ma take this chance to say that I I like the pink in your past, seeing as how you got the lead I can plant this seed and chant this feed Can't believe this weed, this fever, need indeed we bleed with excessive speed Don't know where to start, to be a part of your art No jam talk, but I'm smart, plus I got all this hard Now that we're all gathered, wet and loud, that I'm truly flattered My 'impo matter' might be abused, but I'm not battered My mind's been blown, yep, it's shattered into pieces and platter Exploded and splattered, drip, flipped, chip, ripped, unzipped, and I clipped a tattered The real crime I've been needin' these bitches playin' this whole time Glad this verse is mine at the why I would like to dine Give me them digits 'cause these are mine Damn, that ass is fine, whoops! Don't cross that line
