Foreign Beggars - Gimme Dat free for downloading

Lyrics

you couldn t get us if you had a target up in your glass lens
Call me the rhyme scientist but i never went to no med school, leave them fools wishing their bredrens had kept their heads cool
Roll through, my flows are fucking custom fit
leave them fools wishing their bredrens had kept their heads cool
finish up the rascal s ass with the sharpest part of a pop wrench
So on-key i run a brothel up in the hospice, foreign beggar fam
Eyes redder than blood we be the militant stuff puffers, i m the sort of man to stick my dick in the back of a kitten, i need a release from all the pain hatred and anger

My shit is bitchin, watching the world go by through the eyes of a rogue
Talking about your busty chick when she s just a crusty bitch, my styles ain t available Beggars, and if you really want to test
People say that s the way life goes and i should accept it, decided to decorate and paint the walls of your shabby flat
Just like i did your datty hoe, orifice get caught take myself as a hostage
Orifice get caught take myself as a hostage, the wrath of these evil streets
Fuck off you fassyole, get your little pussy-arse the fuck off my patio, call me the rhyme scientist but i never went to no med school
i ll leave you with a busted lip

and if you really want to test
Fuck off you fassyole, leave them fools wishing their bredrens had kept their heads cool
talking about your busty chick when she s just a crusty bitch
Watcha gwan do, must have slipped up boy, watcha gwan do
foreign beggar fam
I smack you claat over back you ll find yourself in the past tense, my styles ain t available
Decided to decorate and paint the walls of your shabby flat, before they get their dingleberries crinkled into dicky wine

i m cool chilling in this hell-bent habitat
seems like you ve lost your flow
Roll through, leave them fools wishing their bredrens had kept their heads cool
Gimme that chain, seems like you ve lost your flow, fuck off you fassyole
And if you really want to test, i m hurting in so many places Gimme, i m sitting here cotching by the side of the road