BEUG RAT

Who's that, it's the kid with the true raps

Chopping up buds doos doos i'm a Beug Rat

Tunes fat, best believe it's true that

Your speaking to the mother fucking king on the boom bap

All these cunts talking on my name that's a rude act

But when i see em out they stuck to me like some blue tac

Waking up too scat, dropping huge stacks on drugs

And i just stick em down my throat everytime my fucking mood snap

I'm paranoid i need to know where the jacks at

Cos Big Zee keeps a fucking ounce in his back pack

My flow so clean i can see why you'd snatch that

My fat tracks make a white boy wanna act black