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quaza - the beugs lyrics

[intro: cancer patient & dj phre$h]
*cough cough*
yup, quarantine talez
phresh, yup

[verse 1: dj phre$h]
f*ck on your step sis then eat your mum’s spaghetti
take her for a ride in my new f*ckin’ yeti
her box was straight dusty
chinese teacher love me
you know i’m goin’ dummy
viets say f*ck me
your b has a flat ass body
dont even f*ck sh*t
unless your tryna f*ckin’ hit
yuh, ay
phresh goes hard, steal your nans v*card
hamish with the shard
ima steal your christmas card
i’ll run a f*ckin’ yard
you tryna say your knee’s jarred
goin graveyard, you’re a f*ckin’ r*t*rd
eat a d*ck, your mum needs a f*ckin toothpick
homesick, done too many bricks
f*ckstick, eat it with a chopstick
fishstick, hit you with a dolphin kick
small d*ck, her sh*t needs a broomstick
aye, aye
[verse 2: secaz]
until next time stay fresh my slime
yung secaz out this motherf*cka, peace
yuh, you already know what’s about to go down
yung secaz back in the studio for round two
yeah, pull up to your nans nursing home and finger*bash her box
then i steal her mobility scooter and make like a banana and split
your raps are trash, you should just f*ckin’ quit
when it comes to me there’s no competition
i’m the best by far
i’m the type of guy to get a hole*in*one on a 5 par
all these b*tches say they know me
when my phone be buzzin’ like a bee
yeah all these white b*tches tryna link
when i’m just trying to f*ck a ch*nk
yeah, yung secaz goes hard
only thing i can’t do is be a lifeguard
cos i can’t swim
but i can f*ck on your b*tch named kim
ooh
i’ll eat your great grans ass so hard
she can’t even walk a yard
i’m such a beast
i might just have s*x with a priest in the middle east
try and come for me and i’ll smack on
i’ll hit you with the clack clack no cap
until next time stay fresh my slime
yung secaz out this motherf*cka, peace
[verse 3: strainz]
listen to me spit mad f*cken’ rhymes
step onto my block
put three holes in your head with my f*cken’ glock
zamp calling me a junkie
shut the f*ck up you monkey
popping caps in bed, c*nt od’d
should be dead
bored with f*ckin’ quarantine
what we doin, smoking that green
feeling smart, someone give us a dart
winnie blues, what we go through
punching cones with denis
so you know we’re relentless

[verse 4: big noz]
big money
big noz, rep that sh*t
two plus two is five
yeah boy i’m not very bright (subtraction)
i have the n*word pas but really i am h*lla white (brrt)
ops pull up on us like they ain’t afraid to fight (throw hands)
but really they all p*ssies, can’t eat no vegemite (nope)
i come through with the choppa let that b*tch spray like febreeze (brrt)
haters want no smoke, i pull up on them and they freeze (skrrt)
i’m telling you these p*ssies want no drama in these streets
they be talkin’ smack behind my back when i’m not there (real sh*t?)
but you don’t really want no smoke i’ll hit you with a chair
i only have like four pimples, yes sir i do skincare (on god?)
when i hit it from behind you know i hold her hair (uhh)
now listen very carefully to what i’m ’bout to say (g sh*t)
kissing the homies goodnight does not mean you are g*y (no h0m*)
yuh b*tch, fat boy on the mic
shoutout to my day ones cuh
skra*ta*ta*ta*da, b*tch

- the beugs lyrics

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