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foreign beggars - gimme dat lyrics

[verse 1: orifice vulgatron]
my styles ain’t available
my flows are f-cking custom fit
and if you really want to test
i’ll leave you with a busted lip
talking about your busty chick when she’s just a crusty b-tch
leave your whole crew sinking like a f-cking rusty sh-t
must have slipped up boy, seems like you’ve lost your flow
where’d it go?
(i don’t know)
f-ck off you f-ssyole
get your little p-ssy–rs- the f-ck off my patio
before i smack you proper boy, just like i did your datty hoe
my x-ray rhythm see through your lyrical petticoat
and underneath your lavish exterior you’re just a sweaty bloke
the right fight’s begun, we shun dumb buffoons
with random acts of violence we be spitting up our bit-tunes
and coming in too rough for crews tougher than m-fflers
eyes redder than blood we be the militant stuff puffers
blubber on the rubber the mutt suffers the game
we be playing t–th but ain’t we sound the same

[hook] x 2
hey, yo
watcha gwan do?
orifice, foreign beggar fam, roll through
gimme that chain, that jacket, them shoe
that wallet with your money and your credit card too

[verse 2]
i’mma burn down the house of justice, come watch this
orifice get caught take myself as a hostage
so on-key i run a brothel up in the hospice
glue your head to the top i bet you crack like a lost ostrich
even leave the hardest b-st-rd gasping for his last breath
finish up the rascal’s -ss with the sharpest part of a pop wrench
you couldn’t get us if you had a target up in your gl-ss lens
i smack you claat over back you’ll find yourself in the past tense
got more fight than four dyk-s on a pint of red bull
drop bars so heavy you’d think they was made from lead bull
leave them fools wishing their bredrens had kept their heads cool
call me the rhyme scientist but i never went to no med school
i’m cool chilling in this h-ll-bent habitat
keep your garbage pail while you f-ssy up your cabbage patch
you’re like a dirty yat with some flab up on ya scabby tw-t
decided to decorate and paint the walls of your shabby flat

[hook] x 2

[verse 3]
i’m sitting here cotching by the side of the road
watching the world go by through the eyes of a rogue
but no hope for change in this cryptic maze of destruction
so far from the light that my sight don’t even function
i’m hurting in so many places
i need a release from all the pain hatred and anger
the wrath of these evil streets
people say that’s the way life goes and i should accept it
but i’m not the kind of a guy to comply to the lies of the next d-ck
my sh-t is b-tchin’
i rap for britain!
i’m the sort of man to stick my d-ck in the back of a kitten
spittin’ in your so-twisted pair of sh-t at the slightest mention
f-ck that
spanked my monkey when i was at the back of detention
drinking dead rappers trippin’ up and kickin’ written rhymes
funkin’ in the cypher bitin’ flows committin’ spittin’ crimes
little-minded fibbers get confided in for little time
before they get their dingleberries crinkled into d-cky wine

[hook] x 2

- foreign beggars lyrics

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