[Foreign Beggars] Yeah, yo, yo
I’m back with an axe to grind
Back to it no alkaline
Rappers movin like pantomimes
If you ol pop I’m patricide
I pack the rave you pack the pipe
No requiem just valid types
Sanctified my father’s day
My aunt can stay with them fascist types
Stunt in the Vegas they one step follow
They yesterday, I’m from tomorrow
Foreign c*nts don’t beg nor borrow
My engine is stay so it’s sorrow
Five point one you might the morrow
Never gave no b**h no bottle
My gun up next, but skets on skets on skets on set on set so borrow
You think you’re runnin the show
You ain’t the one in control
You ain’t got nothin on anyone close to us
Cuz you just look the the floor
Let it f**in bang
Let it let it f**in bang
Come on
Let it f**in bang
Let it let it f**in bang
[Break]
You think you’re runnin the show
You ain’t the one in control
You ain’t got nothin on anyone close to us
Cuz you just look the the floor
Let it f**in bang
Let it let it f**in bang
Come on
Let it f**in bang
Let it let it f**in bang