[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