Gimme Dat - Foreign Beggars

My styles ain’t available

My flows are fucking 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 bitch

Leave your whole crew sinking like a fucking rusty shit

Must have slipped up boy, seems like you’ve lost your flow

Where’d it go?

(I don’t know)

Fuck off you fassyole

Get your little pussy-arse the fuck 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 mufflers

Eyes redder than blood we be the militant stuff puffers

Blubber on the rubber the mutt suffers the game

We be playing teeth but ain’t we sound the same

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

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 bastard gasping for his last breath

Finish up the rascal’s ass with the sharpest part of a pop wrench

You couldn’t get us if you had a target up in your glass lens

I smack you claat over back you’ll find yourself in the past tense

Got more fight than four dykes 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 hell-bent habitat

Keep your garbage pail while you fassy up your cabbage patch

You’re like a dirty yat with some flab up on ya scabby twat

Decided to decorate and paint the walls of your shabby flat

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 dick

My shit is bitchin'

I rap for Britain!

I’m the sort of man to stick my dick in the back of a kitten

Spittin' in your so-twisted pair of shit at the slightest mention

Fuck 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 dicky wine