Beggars Can't Be Choosers - JT Music

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!