| I’ll still get the bars in,
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| Devlin I’m marchin, like a soldier serving in iraq
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| is, now watch me eliminate targets,
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| you should have known to anticipate carnage,
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| your attitude sticks like an arm pit,
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| I’ve got bars harder then Arnolds arm is,
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| and no man has gone red at me yet,
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| so I’d say I’m here to stay like a scar is,
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| I ain’t immigrating I’m lieing and waiting,
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| and debating, just what I’m going to be taking,
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| I ain’t faking, so don’t be mistaken,
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| like I’ve gone soft for the ratings,
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| I’ll take you up to the top of the dirtiest derelict
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| block and then throw you over the railings, and the only motive was hatred.
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| Has Devlin gone soft, does Devlin think he’s bad,
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| nah he thinks he’s at the top,
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| all your bullshit makes me mad,
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| but the drama don’t stop, so alarms are ringing off,
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| cus with the bars I’m still allot,
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| I’ve been as dark as dark has got, and now I’m marching through the fog.
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| Tarantula, creep all over the beat,
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| gargantuan and get under my feet I’ll stamp on ya,
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| I won’t ramp on ya, the games like a letter and I just
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| took my stamp honour, and if dinner ain’t served then
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| I’ll back 9 stella’s and stamp on her,
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| and sip on a can while I’m drowning her,
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| while I’m pinning her down as I strangle her,
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| I’m the murkiest white man handler,
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| till this very day been around here,
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| If I was plotting then I wernt like the sound of ya,
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| you get naughty I get a bit rowdier,
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| still you won’t let them throw back a pound at ya,
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| don’t place me in a box you cocks,
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| if there’s one thing I’m not it’s fucking rectangular.
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| 'rectangular, rectangular'
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| Has Devlin gone soft, does Devlin think he’s bad,
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| nah he thinks he’s at the top,
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| all your bullshit makes me mad,
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| but the drama don’t stop, so alarms are ringing off,
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| cus with the bars I’m still allot,
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| I’ve been as dark as dark has got, and now I’m marching through the fog.
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| I’m marching through the fog,
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| it’s dark and I’ve been lost,
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| but with the bars I’m still the boss,
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| and now I’m back where I belong,
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| I’m marching through the fog,
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| it’s dark and I’ve been lost,
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| but with the bars I’m still the boss, keep on marching through the fog.
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| Devlin I’m back and I’m harder then nails,
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| I was raised in a place, so foul,
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| with my mates in my pals house wetting up papes on
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| the scales, but now I shoot bars from the mouth,
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| keep marching them in or keep marching them out,
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| I’ll barge you around like a bully in a playground,
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| if you ain’t ready for the regime stay down,
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| I’m going hard for the whole u.
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| k now, I’m harder then granite large I’m titanic,
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| infact make your faculty panic,
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| like a madman acting erratic,
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| with bombs in the basement and straps in the attic,
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| a confrontation would have to be tragic,
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| like the coppers, when he met Harry Roberts, let him have it.
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| Has Devlin gone soft, does Devlin think he’s bad,
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| nah he thinks he’s at the top,
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| all your bullshit makes me mad,
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| but the drama don’t stop, so alarms are ringing off,
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| cus with the bars I’m still allot,
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| I’ve been as dark as dark has got, and now I’m marching through the fog.
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| I’m marching through the fog,
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| it’s dark and I’ve been lost,
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| but with the bars I’m still the boss,
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| and now I’m back where I belong,
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| I’m marching through the fog,
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| it’s dark and I’ve been lost,
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| but with the bars I’m still the boss, keep on marching through the fog. |