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foreign beggars - the coming (ft. moschops, dr syntax, skrein) lyrics

[verse 1: orifice vulgatron]
i walk street like a corrupt cop
it’s the br’er with no undergarms lurking at your bus stop
more blood on my hands than a fan of a glue tux boss
like chuck ross, even slaughter youngins in their tuck shops

[verse 2]
thought i was a lunchbox full of urine samples
sell donna’s mouthwash mixed with chlorine and gargled
pour a glassful, it’s surely harmful
fall in the sharp pool, a morning is awesomely carnal

[verse 3: metropolis]
sniffing in the wind how we dumbfounds
the masterful dastardly b+st+rdful bloodhound
another corpse found with no brain
clear out now or leave dead on a ghost train

[verse 4: dr syntax]
yo, my splinter leaves protruding features sore
like xenomorphs using t++th to gnaw human cerebral cores
you should keep your doors reinforced
root for peace, not war, we’re ruthless voodoo demon lords

[interlude]
off with his head
off with his head
off with his head
off with his head
[verse 5: orifice vulgatron]
it’s the candid camera open wound tomb raider
moonshine tool maker, cool minded womb breaker
grindstone philistine, kryptonite sicky twister
even heard it from your missus + i’m the bigger mister

[verse 6: metropolis]
demon with the twin h+rns, walks on horse hooves
lives scorn, talks to cause truth when his lips move
forced to walk north, the warsaw brought forth
before court, on all+fours, he stalks thoughts

[verse 7: orifice vulgatron]
yo, torture cell architect, festered soul protocol
blistered face archetype, pro to chose to throw the ball
mic shaft bone crasher, spine shank epigram
i’m a saint, sacrifice black sheep to feed the lamb

[verse 8: dr syntax]
yo, it’s the beggar fam, wretches with extended hands
fencing acts till we’re repressed with denture clamps
i smell a rancid rodent when heads are lacking focus
we step to foes like we’re pepped with magic potions

[verse 9: metropolis]
oh, scarred soul goes for the part’s throat
the horse with the cold grass, toe skin on charred coal
hm, i’m a dark soul, kid
not the kinda guy she wanna take a march stroll with
[verse 10: orifice vulgatron]
yo, yo, witchcraft like a phone up upon a rapscallion
trap ’em at the wrath of hades and black stallion
a max carryin’ fecal, be emaciated
if you people like force bored amongst the [?]

[verse 11: metropolis]
yo, it’s the teller bro, beggar blow dressed in the weathered leather coat
as i step along, stroll on the metronome
armed with a megaphone, citizen of terradome
it’s the seven+head horse, man, that axe+swinger

[verse 12: dr syntax]
yo, this beat was made on cerebro hooked up to a machine for chemo
with sixteen dream bros
last time we turned it on the pc screen broke
releasing heat till we could see when steam rose

[chorus]
if he raps like a fassyho’
off with his head!
if he steps on your new crep
off with his head!
if he tries to grab the mic, blud
off with his head!
if he steps into the cypher den
off with his head!
off with his new shoes then
off with his head!
if he’s out to get dented
off with his head!
‘ave it off with his gash then
off with his head!
(uh, urm) f+ck it!
off with his head
[verse 13: metropolis]
it’s the grand wizard
(grand wizard)
eccentric recluse with the hand scissors
(hand scissors)
inherently putrid, the d+mn lizard
who plans to rid of you all with a cancerous spam blizzard

[verse 14]
h+ll+sp+wn h+rn strike, buckle up for the war
ride, see the tour sites filling you with pure fright
raw spike for a fraud type holding on a shawl
my everything is anything all right

[verse 15: orifice vulgatron]
(noo)
he’s got my face in the vice grip
staples and spiked knives rip through your eyes quick
(noo)
i take your life quicker than five blips
bee+bee+bee+bee+bee+beep!
sh+t, the knife slipped

[verse 16]
it’s that yellow b+st+rd, venom hearted
i’m the demon headmaster when he’s not wearing glasses
everyone’ll get enchanted, heads are targets
once it’s underway, they’ll be wishing it never started

[verse 17]
i merk a rapper, murder rappers
boy a rapper, toy a rapper
smack a rapper, jack a rapper
jack the ripper is sicker than your average spitter
i made him cack his knickers, f+ckin’ fassy b+tches
off with his head like anne boleyn
f+ck a rapper blud, yeah i wanna strangle him
find the highest bridge, f+ck him up and dangle him
by his laces, chuck him off and cr+p on him

- foreign beggars lyrics

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