Roast Yourself Challenge

Hello, crazies, but what a shitty greeting
You want to copy Yuya, and it's going to be bullshit
You're still a little girl, you'd better finish school
You don't even know how to add, and you give yourself that privilege

I'm the mustache slut, teach me how to shave!
That's what you say to belittle me
But I inform you: You cannot devalue me
I'm worth more than a fucking hater who sits around criticizing me

Welcome, this is Maria: The racket
The one who has no ass or tits
Did she upload the reggaeton tag to show how little she has?
Poor thing, it seems that being flat-chested is in the genes

Your videos aren't funny, stick to singing!
Ah, no, stop, you can't, not even in tune!
By closing your channel, you're doing us a favor!
Stop being so cringey, I ask you, please!

Your content seems like garbage to me
We already have Mica Suárez, why do we want a copy?
It's not my fault you're so miserable
That you have to criticize me to feel like you're someone

Look at the YouTuber, let's criticize the little girl
Keep commenting while I count my money
My money, my money, my money (ah-ah-ah)
You wanted to be an artist, adapt to criticism! (Ah-ah-ah)

Keep criticizing, I'm becoming more mythical (ah-ah)
Mythical, mythical, mythical (ah-ah-ah)
You're so high and mighty, you think you're a giant (ah-ah)
You're there while I'm sounding on the speakers

(With style and performance, I teach the fools
I don't admire you, nor do I copy you, I shine with my own style)
With your nonsense, you're already exhausting me
Let's see who ends up winning, after all
Who ends up winning (who ends up triumphing)

The bells are ringing, Becerra, your time has come! (Ha-ha)
What are you going to do? Have you run out of ideas now? (What?)
I sat down and started writing these lyrics
I didn't have to try hard, what would a fucking hater say?

You're not funny, you don't sing, all you do is copy
Zero originality, you lack creativity
Many people insult me and act like bullies
Come talk to me when you have more than two million

Look at the YouTuber, let's criticize the little girl
Keep commenting while I count my money
My money, my money, my money (ah-ah-ah)
You wanted to be an artist, adapt to criticism (ah-ah-ah)

Keep criticizing, I'm becoming more mythical (ah-ah)
Mythical, mythical, mythical (ah-ah-ah)
You're so high and mighty, you think you're a giant (ah-ah)
You're there while I'm sounding on the speakers

Speakers, speakers, spea–
With your nonsense, you're already exhausting me
Let's see who ends up winning, after all
Who ends up winning, who ends up triumphing