Foreign Beggars - Gimme Dat lyrics

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

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’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

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