Lirik

All eyes on the team like we live in Big Brother, Don't like me then suck your mum's mother, My bars are hard like Giggs' front cover, And after I'm gone there'll never be another (never), 'Cus I'm a grime MC, and I'll still got mainstream music down to a T, No one in the scene's as rowdy as me, Get burnt to 1000 degrees then shipped to Calcutta, You'll face deportation, Escorted to hell by 4 freemasons, Left 24 hours a day in a cell in the shadows with Freddy and Jason, I don't know who they think that they're facing, I'm like dark man I'm faceless, OT start mosh pits in the rave and if you don't believe me ask Chase & Status, But this year I'm changing my status, I can see cracks in the game like craters, And when I get a chance to make money, I don't think twice like hungry alligators, Haters,?? eradicators, with their envious eyes, But it's funny in life, you come across men that are live, And some that are stuck up cunts like vibrators, So save this I don't give a fuck about C list or A list, Just make sure you've got my record on your playlist, Or I'll aim where your brain is, I woke up from a nightmare dead with a map that led to where Draculas' grave is, Now I know where you suckers all rest I'll return with a stake thats infected with rabies, And I'll impale you on it like Vlad the Impaler, Let's talk war like?? tricks on the track known as a common??, You won't like what you see like an angry fan or spectator, The day you invade my space you're in danger, So don't get too pally, Like Willis and Halle in the move the perfect stranger, It's time to get personal, I'm gonna burn 'em all, Like the blitz I don't give 2 shits, And I'll give it to 'em straight like my first name's Vertical, You and your bird and all, So you better get ready for the Holocaust, Devz them will follow like a one man metaphor machine's on 'em all, Like Blair and Bush got 'em shook 'cus they know that I'll bomb them all, So rearrange your regiment, Devz I'm a bomber like Americas first ever mixed race President, So therefore it's evident you better fly away like a Pelican, Or else get spun by the son named Devlin,
Writer(s): High Quality, Morales Wilfredo Salgado, Manuel Alejandro Ruiz, Miguel Angel Cardona Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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