Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Corned Beef City, artist - Devlin. Date of issue: 02.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Corned Beef City |
| 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) |