Red Crewmate:
It's not really typical for forces like myself
To go report these brittle corpses far before impostors bring them hell
But quick inspection of your fickle mental state and changing moods
Added with how you talk to men, you're lookin pretty sus dude
You better believe that I'm pushing the button, o buddy, best back up and watch where you tread
Or mommy and daddy, their pussy ass son gonna have a reunion - three lunatics dead
Cause we choose futurе too, and one without you
Crew, he's thе intruder-

Nagito Komaeda:
-That's not quite true...

Nagito Komaeda:
You claim that I'm to blame for all the mayhem on your ship
But see, you framed me as insane before I talked or moved an inch
And I’d hardly call you guys experts at corpse recovery
When this Town of Salem rip was hanging ‘round years before discovery
Yet Red’s leaping out the gate with accusations, misanthrope
His crew should torture him for how he violates their precious hope
The one who’s slaying crewmates is a scarlet hunk of shameful waste
It would be a great display to watch him suffocate in space

Yellow Crewmate:
This is well and good I guess, but you're just as suspicious
I don't suppose your "luck" can point out who the second traitor i-
Yellow was an impostor. 1 impostor remains

Nagito Komaeda:
Huh, what a shame... it seems I've ended voting time
I advise the rest of you to fight with all your hope inside

Crewmates:
Nagito’s behind me! I think Red’s gonna stab me!
Someone push the button, now! No, not so fast, green
In his past he - worked as pure evils enslavement
Tell me, who’s the one that dangered all his friends to make a statement?

Nagito Komaeda:
Your crewmates' hopes are shallow... they put their trust in the building
I guess it can’t be helped at all when they’re controlled by children

Red Crewmate:
Your luck has got them hunkered down, trusting your hysteric flaws
Time to put this lying fucker down before dementia does
With all the teenagers who see you as innocent, you’re on some next level manipulation
But this ain’t no game son because when I finish my whooping you’ll wish it was a simulation
Your mind was depraved with its tireless raves so you died tryna frame just to stifle the pain
Suicide was in vain, helped your rivals in game so I’ll light up this stage like a fire grenade

Nagito Komaeda:
Using threats while persecuted is asking to be executed
If you can’t dispute maturely, shush and keep your mic on muted
With a brain as stable as the crashing servers of your game
Now I understand! why this heaping trash is free to play
This impostor brought squat to the table, feigning equal
And I promise the web will drop this fraud, DOA sequel
It was boring to be forced to beat an easy target loser
But I’m sure you’ll be a worthy stepping stone in someone's future