Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On Dis Ting, artist - Devilman. Date of issue: 11.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On Dis Ting |
| Yo Skepta, don’t talk shit, are you crazy? |
| You can’t come to my area |
| 2015's got scarier |
| Fuck off with your malaria |
| Don’t talk shit about me and my situation |
| With your bullshit instigation |
| The informing allegation |
| Got sorted so if you’re gonna send for me |
| If you’re gonna say something, send for me properly |
| Saying shit everybody knows already |
| You took my flows already |
| And I heard that he said em at 100 shows already |
| You’re lucky that Dizzle Kid never bust your nose already |
| I heard your send, you say that I’m nasty but |
| Everybody knows already |
| I’m a dirty bastard, go and ask Jenny |
| Wanna talk about man showing face in my video |
| But yet still he don’t wanna show yours |
| Why do you wanna see my people’s face? |
| What the fuck do you get up to behind closed doors? |
| You sound worse than you did years ago |
| A rematch in a clash, I’ll murk you bro |
| Murk you on drum and bass or murk you slow |
| Fuck Skepta, look at this turkey though |
| Leave a man with metal in jaws |
| I’m gonna keep settling scores |
| Skepta’s pissed off cause I sold him a halfers of cheese and he could only make |
| four draws |
| Go on then, give me a round of applause |
| Nong xiaomi, ni hao, |
| wun sen pars |
| I’m sure that most of the time you spit |
| You always use my bars, not yours |
| Yo blud, what do you think this thing is? |
| This ain’t 2005 |
| I don’t give a fuck what plane that you fly |
| Might get something aimed at your eye |
| You ain’t the microphone champion, that’s a straight up lie |
| It’s the wunmi xiaomi xi wun sen wun sen |
| You know that’s I |
| What you doing with them USA guys? |
| Transsexuals and bis |
| Every other day, somebody dies |
| But today, Skepta’s funeral |
| Leave a man’s body in a cubicle |
| We all know that you don’t wanna clash |
| So you try to bring up the past, but it’s not gonna last |
| Get your head smashed through the glass |
| Now here’s a little blast from the past |
| Everybody knows I’m like no other |
| Already murked off you and your brother |
| Lord of the Mics 2, if I was with my man dem |
| You would’ve hid under the cover |
| Jammer told me not to bring no one |
| Cause he heard stuff about 0121 |
| You don’t know any serious dons in my ends |
| You haven’t got a clue, don |
| You’re only a vet by time |
| You’re a popstar, you ain’t a vet by grime |
| You’ve got a feature off Birmingham man |
| But you’ve still never brought them through, that’s fine |
| Don’t worry, I’m gonna get my shine |
| Your send was shit, |
| you sound like you’re losing it |
| Oi Skepta, I’m not gonna lie, I respect ya |
| But your future, I’m choosing it |
| OK then, come with the next flow |
| 20 bags, Lord of the Mics, yeah, let’s go |
| I’ve got the jet flow, please don’t get upset, bro |
| You don’t want it on a set though |
| Let go, I’ll push something in your neck slow |
| Murk you on bashment, grime or techno |
| Think you could ever murk me? |
| Heck no |
| Straight up, no indirect, bro |