Devlin - SB.TV F64 #2 lyrics

Yeah, they want 64 more I want 64 who*es 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 gone raw to the core I'ma rotten apple and I got a grapple like I'm Phil Vickery making a tackle Got ‘em all sick of me, making it ha**le 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 f** 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?” Pa**ion inside that them 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 sh** 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 bullsh** 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 kidding So take this 64 more, that's a 128 bars I give ‘em When I'm eatin', I'm letting em starve like a pedophile On 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