Lyrics Scratchlin - Devlin, Scratchy

Scratchlin

It’s the white boy from Daga
Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
Tell an MC he’ll get bunned then shattered
You might wanna gather your data
It’s the Riddler, I kid you not, with Scratch the Mad Hatter
Somewhere in the manor with the boys getting langered
When you’re on a good vibe nothing really matters
I’ll dance on my ones, let 'em think that I’m crackers
You fakers, really just haven’t got the Jacobs
Can’t be yourself with your wrap-round faces
Wasters, put 'em through hell when I take 'em
Into my little realm, where I make up shit in my head
To make an MC shit in his bed
Me and Scratch on a riddim, you’re dead
Two pale-faced lyrical men
That get love in the criminal ends
It’s the white boy from Daga
Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
It’s the white boy from Daga
Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
It’s the white boy from Daga
Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
MC’s get bunned then shatter
You might wanna gather your data
Yo Scratch
Name two white boys that are sicker
Dickhead, I beg to differ
I might sound black but I’m not a white wigger
Me and Devs on the same track, it’s a winner (Oi)
I think of bars when I’m out on the piss-up (Oi)
Or when I’m on the shitter
I wipe my arse with that Skrilla
Always sharp, Edward Scissor
You’re a clown, but you’re no killer
I’ll set fire to your chinchilla
At your next booking without you looking
Scratch the Ripper kill an MC quicker
I’m on the run like my name’s McVicar
On the trumpet, where’s the stripper
Where’s the crumpet, where’s the liquor
I ain’t here to get lemon, that’s bitter
It’s the white boy from Daga
Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
It’s the white boy from Daga
Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
It’s the white boy from Daga
Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
MC’s get bunned then shatter
You might wanna gather your data
That’s fact
Back from the crypt, to feed you collabs like this
Get greedy, I’ll feed you a fist
My blood runs deep in this shit
Tape cassettes of Roll Deep on Rinse (On Rinse)
Inspirin' this young gun firin'
To raise every element inside my grip
Great timing, struck by lightning
The game complied then my name got big
You know what it was, you know what it is
Takin' the liberty, takin' the piss
Jack got frost when we both rode in
Cats look lost when the dogs roll in
Wilehouse to ‘nam
What side of the city had bars since I was a kid?
Don’t know?
Then you’ll find out soon
When we play this tune inside;
that’s sick
It’s the white boy from Daga
Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
It’s the white boy from Daga
Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
It’s the white boy from Daga
Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber
MC’s get bunned then shatter
You might wanna gather your data
That’s fact
It’s Devlin from Dogga
Where every little kid is another little robber
Everyone’s on the same bloody flex
Why go to work when you can be a shotter?
Old school my man’s vexed when I follow
And I rep me and mine with honour
Keep your girl close 'cause I’ll be on her
By the end of the night in bed I’ll be on her
I’ll be on her, I’ll be on her
By the end of the night in bed I’ll be on her
Cheap date, chicken doner
End of the night in bed I’ll be on her
I’ll be on her, I’ll be on her
By the end of the night in bed I’ll be on her
Cheap date, chicken doner
End of the night in bed I’ll be on her