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foreign beggars - whose next lyrics

[verse 1: wayne wonda]
the lyrical guy who’s part excellence
i spar exodus, and visually rhyme to harm retinas
used to be the pupil i’m the new school leader
observing life clearly from my new two seater couch
i speak about my trouble and strife
don’t mean the wife i mean my struggle in life
trying to juggle this rap stuff, so i act up
and throw a tantrum during a show and start to slap f-cks
i’ll clap ducks and pigeons
and put my hands up, screaming out ‘scrub life’
while i stick your fans up
i’m wayne wonda, here’s my name and number
and tell your girl to give me a call
when they be under any type of stress
my life’s a mess, check the notebook
my rhyme’s a blessed
so all i need to do now is fly the nest
i’m not an exam, so i wouldn’t try to test
cos f-cking with me is plain dumb like cyber-s-x
i’m an original copy i’m probably wearing
the whole crowd’s looking at me
they’re probably staring at this talented asthmatic
yo, who raps static
so when you put the needle to groove the wax panics
he’s spitting out his orifice
i’m spitting wonder out the pop-shield
never compromise the style for us to drop steel
[?] child is ripping
that’s my sh-t done, so who’s next to start spitting?

[verse 2: ]
my sh-t’s highly manouevred, the mans a fantastic fool
while you’re babbling uncontrollably like a man with a spastic jaw
i’ve met scarier kids than freddie, masks and plastic claws
if i told your -rs- already what the f-ck you asking for?
i’ll rape, b-gg-r and pillage the whole of your mum’s village
i’m not gunna stop f-cking til the lot of my c-m’s finished
diminishing most ogres with the simple bat of an eye
your flows are all sticky like f-ggots [?] black tie
the free flow form man i fry f-ggots like fish
i’ll psychically [?] these f-ckers and feed them frozen p-ss
i’m holding the mic close cause flowing’s my only wish
[?] and blows from the golden fist
i’d rather shift shapes than lift weights and [?]
and the reason your gal’s late is cause she’s f-cking your best mate
i’m hating your state of being to the core of your existence
another quirky rapper putting up a poor resistance

- foreign beggars lyrics

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