Devlin - Corned Beef City

When I'm spittin' on grime, I bring it to life I roll like a menace at night, the venomous type I'm back with the venom inside The Devlin guy, the fella that was fed up of life And went in, step back from the mic You don't wanna scrap nor fight Corned Beef City is haunted and gritty Run for the hills, be scared for your life Or else be down to ride just like phillies Silly isn't it they listenin' but don't hear me Man this shit can't stand So that's why I'm cuttin' their achilles One by one 'til they all fall down They're sayin' that they're ready, are they really? I ain't Van Dan but I'll run up on your clan Kick your girlfriend straight in the kitty Oh God damn, what's wrong with this man? (What's wrong with this man?)

I'm like lots Ask Terms, ask Shots Ask Ratch, ask Rawz ask Dogz I think that I've lost the plot Came back for the, back for the lot And it's fact that my faction is hot From the booth right back to the block (Right back to the block) (Right back to the block)

Grime killer I deserve life in a box Mass murder your squad, get burnt and I'm gone Might be strong and the time ain't long You be back home right where you belong Dity Dags, the hood's on fire The mack might clap when the drama is on Animal acts, you'll get stalked by the pap Dead men's shoes, you don't really wanna be inside them clogs We're alive but we're lost Tell me what does irony cost? Well my name's Devlin But they wanna look at me like God You know what? I ain't nobody's savior When I'm chained to this glacier I'm a slave to the frost Like I made it with Sadie, and got knee deep in her slot, oh gosh

Ask Terms, ask Shots Ask Ratch, ask Rawz ask Dogz I think that I've lost the plot Came back for the, back for the lot And it's fact that my faction is hot From the booth right back to the block (Right back to the block) (Right back to the block)

This ain't a drill, no screw don Who the fuckin' hell are you, son? Find an exit and use one Under credited for anythin' the crew done Still relative, a relative to you son We're all brothers in this settlement, it's too glum Soon come, rise of a true sun Too blunt, I can be a true cunt Too drunk, chattin' to a new slut Too fucked, to ever give two fucks Unless I had sisters lubed up, who's up? You wanna make a move huh? I'm killin' fish with this big harpoon gun Move up or get moved up by Devs As far as young men go, I'm a rude one There's six million ways you can die Give me time, I'm still tryna choose one, oh gosh

Ask Terms, ask Shots Ask Ratch, ask Rawz ask Dogz I think that I've lost the plot Came back for the, back for the lot And it's fact that my faction is hot From the booth right back to the block (Right back to the block) (Right back to the block)