Devlin - F64 No.2 lyrics

rate me

Yeah, they want 64 more

I want 64 whores and a whip so big that it must have 64 doors

You ain't never felt an impact or a force this raw on a format before

'Cause this Granny Smith's got more to the core

I'm a rotten apple and I got a grapple like I'm Phil Vickery making a tackle

Got 'em all sick of me, making it hassle for any man's plan to unravel than travel

So now they got the hump like a camel

You can't judge me like a TV panel

Fuck a pint, drink beer from the barrel

Still be on point with the bars

I'm hard like striking a sparrow in flight with an arrow

I'm live and I'm rago, you'll thrive in the gallows, so

You can hang like a jacket, I'll smile, one less scumbag on the planet

I'm wild, like my good friends Ghetts, I'm erratic

You'll find out I'm lyrically dramatic

If you think you can last one minute than you've had it

To ask me why I still MC is like asking McEnroe "what's all the racket? "

Passion inside that dem man are lacking

Call me off key like a third nipple

If you don't rate what I'm spitting it's blatant you prefer dribble

I'm baffling brains like E dot Nigma, creating a riddle

I got my boys safeguarding the edge while I break in again to maintain the middle

Best beware when Devlin's in here

I took a lot of shit now I'm taking the piddle

So, you'll get left in a field with a face full of thistles

I'm makin' 'em wait to start partaking and make fatal dismissal's

You know I ain't sweet like skittles

I break MC's that are basically brittle

And all bullshit aside

There ain't one man on the team that ain't been on the fiddle

Knew I had a fullproof plan, but thought that the scam was Fawlty like Sybil.

But now I'm like more for you, on tour with Ed Scissors

Kid from the Ipswich field straight back to Barking and Dagenham

And then we'll start savaging spitter's

Performing with Yasmin, the sickest and prettiest lyricist singing

Example went and sold out the tour, Encore

You're doing your thing man so thanks for the bringin

You can tell men, children and women

It's Devil's on the beat makin' enemy retreat

Cause I'm stepping up my levels every week no kiddin'

So take this 64 more, that's 128 bars I give 'em

When I'm eatin', I'm letting em starve like a paedophile

I hunger strike in prison

And I give it large like I'm hard like Rambo

I ain't got mill's or a yard or a Lambo

When it comes to lyrics though, I'm more than a handful

You don't wanna gamble, I'm sharp like a thorn from the brambles

Blow away your mind like Mark Chopper Read outside Bojangles

You better make like an egg and then scramble

I'll bombard your men from various angles.

They want "64″ 3 but no disrespect SB, you know me

I might have to call this OT-TV, if I keep on going, I'm so OTT

Wait and see F64 3!

Watch out for round 3 coming soon...