Corned Beef City - Devlin

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)