JT Music - Beggars Can’t Be Choosers lyrics
[JT Music - Beggars Can’t Be Choosers lyrics]
Hit the ground running, grab a weapon and go
You landed outside the circle? Then get
Your head in the zone 'Cause duty's calling
Everybody get on your phone
It's international battle royale
Who wants the throne?
I'm going toe to toe with
Every foe on the globe
I'll be the last man standing
With the dopest wardrobe change it up
If you're ever sick of rollin' alone
Join an army of 50
You'll all be owning the zone
From all over the world, I know we can't lose
"Nous allons gagner", can't understand you!
From the shores to the mountains
Wait for my moment to kill
Uncontested anywhere I go
I'm king of this hill
You'll see me raise my flag high
For my enemies to witness
Setting up my shield
Establishing my defenses
I'm a doctor, got my PhD in ballistics
With my national pride
But this isn't the Olympics
You gotta grab what you can
You know beggars can't be choosers
Separate the boys from men
And the winners from the losers
Battle Royale!
It's the dawn of the dead
Zombie survival time
You know the guys who run
Around without vital signs?
Try to bite me and I'll take
Your faces straight to my chainsaw
Got a job as a zombie? mate
You're about to get laid off
When it comes to survivin'
I'll supply you with the bible
After I drop from the heavens
And parachute on arrival i'm a deadeye
That I'm gonna prove with a rifle
I'll have my rivals all whining "Hey
I could use a revival!"
Brought the keys to the jeep
Let's take a cruise in the ride
My whole crew's in the whip
But they know who's gonna drive
This battle is royale, crown me king
Now you will abide
The only way I know to play
You gotta rule to survive
This ain't a rap, in fact
It's more like a guidebook
I'll add a chapter for every life that I took
A fight to the death is the
Kind that I look for
Time to make you taste this
Grenade that I've cooked
Grab what you can
You know beggars can't be choosers
Separate the boys from men
And the winners from the losers
Battle Royale!
Gloves off, my fists are vicious
Check out the killfeed
I'm checking off my hit list
With this guitar
I'll rock zombies 'cause I'm
Down with the sickness
Airdrop, I got dibs on it
This is like Christmas
We got a bit of distance
Wanna get some fitness?
When I hit the circle I will
Work it like a business
You're a chicken chicken, I'm a winna-winna
I'll pluck your cluckin' feather
Cook you up for dinna-dinna
I got so much look that I
Gone filled up my pockets
You're talking to the wrong guy if
You think I'm gonna drop it
The circle's shrinkin' but if
I leave my corner, i might get shot
It does not help I'm caught in
The middle of a bombardment
I had 99 problems, now they're all gone, see?
Subtract that from a hundred, gee
That leaves one - me
It's been a fortnight since I had some rounds
Of battle royale that felt
Like real battlegrounds
Grab what you can
You know beggars can't be choosers
Separate the boys from men
And the winners from the losers
Battle Royale!
You landed outside the circle? Then get
Your head in the zone 'Cause duty's calling
Everybody get on your phone
It's international battle royale
Who wants the throne?
I'm going toe to toe with
Every foe on the globe
I'll be the last man standing
With the dopest wardrobe change it up
If you're ever sick of rollin' alone
Join an army of 50
You'll all be owning the zone
From all over the world, I know we can't lose
"Nous allons gagner", can't understand you!
From the shores to the mountains
Wait for my moment to kill
Uncontested anywhere I go
I'm king of this hill
You'll see me raise my flag high
For my enemies to witness
Setting up my shield
Establishing my defenses
I'm a doctor, got my PhD in ballistics
With my national pride
But this isn't the Olympics
You gotta grab what you can
You know beggars can't be choosers
Separate the boys from men
And the winners from the losers
Battle Royale!
It's the dawn of the dead
Zombie survival time
You know the guys who run
Around without vital signs?
Try to bite me and I'll take
Your faces straight to my chainsaw
Got a job as a zombie? mate
You're about to get laid off
When it comes to survivin'
I'll supply you with the bible
After I drop from the heavens
And parachute on arrival i'm a deadeye
That I'm gonna prove with a rifle
I'll have my rivals all whining "Hey
I could use a revival!"
Brought the keys to the jeep
Let's take a cruise in the ride
My whole crew's in the whip
But they know who's gonna drive
This battle is royale, crown me king
Now you will abide
The only way I know to play
You gotta rule to survive
This ain't a rap, in fact
It's more like a guidebook
I'll add a chapter for every life that I took
A fight to the death is the
Kind that I look for
Time to make you taste this
Grenade that I've cooked
Grab what you can
You know beggars can't be choosers
Separate the boys from men
And the winners from the losers
Battle Royale!
Gloves off, my fists are vicious
Check out the killfeed
I'm checking off my hit list
With this guitar
I'll rock zombies 'cause I'm
Down with the sickness
Airdrop, I got dibs on it
This is like Christmas
We got a bit of distance
Wanna get some fitness?
When I hit the circle I will
Work it like a business
You're a chicken chicken, I'm a winna-winna
I'll pluck your cluckin' feather
Cook you up for dinna-dinna
I got so much look that I
Gone filled up my pockets
You're talking to the wrong guy if
You think I'm gonna drop it
The circle's shrinkin' but if
I leave my corner, i might get shot
It does not help I'm caught in
The middle of a bombardment
I had 99 problems, now they're all gone, see?
Subtract that from a hundred, gee
That leaves one - me
It's been a fortnight since I had some rounds
Of battle royale that felt
Like real battlegrounds
Grab what you can
You know beggars can't be choosers
Separate the boys from men
And the winners from the losers
Battle Royale!