this one's gotta be the right one!

I entered the door and found myself…on a stage? Not a particularly big one though and taking stock on my surroundings I appeared to be in some sort of low brow entertainment establishment. Beatrice was with me on stage as well, wearing an utterly bizarre outfit. I can’t even describe how hideous it looked.

She had something in her hand and started to scream into it.

“Well, well well, looks who’s here joining us,(unh!)

he thinks he’s brave, but he’s just a pus!” (yeah)

When Mari’s fighting the mighty witch(yo)

“He’s gonna turn into a little bitch(word)

“I’m gonna screw all your little girls(all your little girls)”

“Gonna rock their little world(little world)

“Dude, don’t wanna be a hata, but I gotta saya, your name is Beta”(Come on!)

“Did your parents hate ya?”

““So whateva, just give up a, can’t competa, against a real witcha!”(Word!)

“So now lil Mari’s fighting the great

Beatoriche!(unh)

I’m not your sis, I’m a witche!” (yes)

“You think, you can beat the witch with the beat,

know only defeat, can’t handle the heat hop to the beat (It’s in the name!)

“Just take a seat, don’t try to by sweet,

you’re gonna be **** meat, when I’m done with these beats”(beats!)

I took my dirks and slit my throat. It was the only proper response.