Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beggars Can't Be Choosers, artist - JT Music. Date of issue: 08.06.2018
Song language: English
Beggars Can't Be Choosers |
| Hit the ground running, grab a weapon and go |
| You landed outside the circle? |
| Then get you 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 survinin', 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 survive |
| 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! |