Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Overall, artist - Devilman.
Date of issue: 11.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Overall |
Yeah, and it’s the D.E.Velopment yeah |
And, and this one reminds me of a- |
Yo blud I don’t even know what this one reminds me of |
Yo, fuck it |
Overall, who’s the shittest overall |
Killa P’s the shittest overall |
I think you shouldn’t spit overall |
Suck dick in your girls overall |
Over and over, overall |
Who’s the shittest overall |
Killa P’s the shittest overall |
I think you shouldn’t spit overall |
Suck dick in your girls overall |
Over and- |
Who the fuck are you if it weren’t for me though |
Nobody would of head of ya' |
When first heard about this clash ting |
I was thinking that I didn’t wanna' murder ya' |
You’re just a likkle pussyhole with your big bottom lip |
And gap teeth about informat |
Carry on running your lip |
I’ll get your body parts and rearrange them like a transformer |
You don’t want me to just eat up a man |
Like onion baji and chicken vecora |
I heard ya gave Badness head and he caught syphillis and then gave it to Laura |
You’re just a minor |
You might as well go home and watch Dora the Explorer |
If you ever ask me for a drink |
Boy better know that it’s straight piss that I’m gonna pour ya' |
Yo, Trilla, grime |
You don’t belong round here |
Neesh, you belong over there |
Grime you don’t belong round here |
Trilla, skee? |
Yo, Trilla, grime |
You don’t belong round here |
Neesh, you belong over there |
Grime you don’t belong round here |
Neesh, Trilla Jamaine |
You smell like piss |
You can never try come in my face and then try diss |
I heard you like to kiss bumcheeks |
Everybody found out |
So you cut yourself on your wrist |
I’m a evilist, develish true rebellist |
Worst than an Afghan terrorist |
So you can never diss (Trilla Jermaine) |
This, is gonna be a myth |
Push him off a 20 foot cliff |
I heard you suck dick for two’s on a spliff |
So I know what you been up to when you got piff |
If you wanna give up the clash right now |
Just blow out the candles, make a likkle wish |
Bust your head with a Sky satellite dish |
Throw Trilla in the sea, make him swim with the fish |
How many people need to get murked (Trilla Jermaine) |
He’s definitely first on my list |
Overall, who’s the shittest overall |
Killa P’s the shittest overall |
I think you shouldn’t spit overall |
Suck dick in your girls overall |
Over and over, overall |
Who’s the shittest overall |
Killa P’s the shittest overall |
I think you shouldn’t spit overall |
Suck dick in your girls overall |
Yo yo yo Killa |
You’re not big you’re just a likkle willy |
Trying to clash me is, just a little silly |
You’re just a sweetboy, like P Diddy |
You look feeble, frail, skinny |
Them Jamaican flows ain’t nothing to me |
So you can do whatever you want, do me |
If you got a problem, say something to me |
(You know what I mean yeeeah) |
Yo, Killa, I heard that you like Eastenders |
I heard that you wanna do a ting with a girl like Heather |
Yo Killa, that’s not clever |
You merk me in a clash? |
Never |
I heard you and Badness are on some funny man ting |
That’s why you’re always together |
You look like your first name should be Trevor |
You know what a, you know what I mean yeah |
I’m demonic, make a pussyhole run fast like Sonic |
I heard Killa P smokes crack in a spliff |
He tried to give me some but I didn’t want it |
Move up, your breath smells like vomit |
You don’t want me to ring a man down like Chronic |
I got the high voltage like electronic |
I know Killa P don’t want it |
Trust me blud I might have to eat this guy like Cannibal |
I don’t like Killa, cos he fucks animals |
Pay my money, make it annual |
You drink pussy like Bisto fucking granules |
You have to drive cars in auto cos you can’t drive in manual |
You will get L. Jackson like Samuel |
Okay then |
Yo, Trilla, grime |
You don’t belong round here |
Neesh, you belong over there |
Grime you don’t belong round here |
Trilla, skee? |
Yo, Trilla, grime |
You don’t belong round here |
Neesh, you belong over there |
Grime you don’t belong round here |
Neesh, Trilla Jamaine |