Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Off With Their Heads, artist - Devlin. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Off With Their Heads |
| Wretch 32 in the building |
| Let’s take it back there, time to go in |
| Tell 'em Wretch, tell 'em Wretch |
| I’m on some off with your head shit |
| I keep firing, I’m not The Apprentice |
| Devs told me to go in, ah yeah |
| So I ran — blocked all the exits |
| Yes I’ll be here forever |
| And tread so far I’ll leave here in leather |
| So dark, so cold |
| With a couple girls sitting on my lap |
| I’m never gonna say I’m back |
| I’m a little too in love with plaques |
| I moved in to the hall of fame |
| So I wipe my feet on tracks |
| I’mma kill it, I’m a killer |
| See me with one glove, it’s a Thriller |
| I already had a number one for my dinner |
| Me and Devs go in there, inner |
| And we’re out of here, I doubt you’re near |
| I’ve already been a thousand 'ere |
| But if you live for the money, then you die for the money |
| So I ain’t even trying to count it, I swear |
| And if you don’t think I’m fucked |
| Middle finger up |
| Fuck me, fuck you |
| I’ll make you feel small when I big you up |
| Up, up and away, I can’t see ya |
| On my own scale, I’m a Libra |
| Told 'em leave me alone, I wanna leave, uh |
| Had to give 'em some dough to get a pizza |
| Every day I have takeaway |
| Tomorrow won’t be the same today |
| I don’t score when I’m at home |
| I strike more when I play away |
| Shut down the asylum |
| Before I creep through the exit, find it |
| Jump any fence inside then drag a man |
| Out of the car that he just was driving |
| And then put the pedal to the floor |
| I’m back and I’m ready for the war like a Viking |
| I ain’t gotta tell 'em any more, me and Wretch |
| Already killed this UK Grime thing |
| And there’s not a lot left that could swing with Shipman |
| The doctor of death |
| Like Wretch 32 said it’s off with his head |
| Got cold feet then it’s frost on your creps |
| Never mind where you’re walking, watch where you step |
| Mind what you’re talking, I might dissect |
| Any guy trying a bullshit vibe on a sec |
| Can’t fuck with me like my wife on the reds |
| Too unorthodox to let it go |
| So I let 'em know that I’m pro, but my name ain’t Stephen |
| Soul seems to be involved |
| I’m burying men six deep in a hole, no reason |
| You’re getting buried alive, I’m tryna better my life |
| While some men are cutting up suits |
| With scissors and severing ties |
| I let 'em know that it’s Devlin’s time |
| No disputing I shift to the move |
| This game from the days of The Movement |
| Using the only utensil I knew to |
| Now I need loot this, alike to my figures on YouTube |
| Retreat or advance then, you choose |
| At the present I’m king like Presley |
| Test me, then I’m running out full of anger |
| And envy and stamping you out in my blue shoes |
| Ride a beat like a Traktor, ey |
| But I ain’t getting on a train, 'ey |
| Everybody wants to act up, yeah |
| 'Til you put 'em in the frame |
| And I ain’t got time for shit, patience’s thinner than my toilet roll |
| I’m a fixed up brother from a broken home |
| I remember I used to watch Home Alone |
| Now I’m home alone in my own home |
| This millennium, got a loada dome |
| Rome then roam |
| Came home smelling like hot Cologne |
| Had a success overdose, oh |
| You see my roll-on flow |
| And I’m so sure that I can’t be old |
| Yet all my heels I carry on toe to toe |
| When we take this game now, so cologne |
| You couldn’t play my post |
| I’m an old soul like an ancient ghost |
| That created his name in the game and he |
| Took shit to another level on the whole |
| I can’t really explain my brain |
| But if you peeked inside of my skull |
| You’d see shit so deep in my rear right lobe |
| That you’d know why I feel this cold |
| And I feel like the caped crusader |
| Here on the brink of a dangerous caper |
| I’m always collected and calm in battle |
| Can’t be rattled, go sample a shaker |
| OT, I’m an out taker |
| I’m taking out any men that are minor |
| And think that they’re major, there’s a devil and a |
| Wretch that just broke out of the chamber |
| Yes, now I’m going for the hat-trick |
| One singer, one model, one actress |
| But I might disappear if you’re acting |
| Or singing me a new tune on a mad pitch |
| Back to my rap shit |
| I’mma go hard this year |
| Can’t be looking at the past this year |
| That won’t help me get past this year |
| In an extra zone next to tracks |
| Multiple hits but with extra swag |
| I’ve divided my time |
| Royalties won’t forget to add |
| And I ain’t adding nobody on my BB |
| IPhone when I want you to see me |
| I played, YouTube |
| See me on Wretch 32 TV |
| I’m getting flashbacks from the past |
| Head full of hate and a mouth full of bars |
| Me and Wretch just stretched this game to a next span |
| Taking the extra yard |
| We’re going extra hard, no I can not be barred |
| Say what you want, but you couldn’t keep Devs out |
| Anyways, I’ve already broke through the fence now |
| And I’m quite relentless when I vex out |
| Everybody wants to the the next out |
| But they get stripped like a bitch when her dress down |
| Think you’re a face round 'ere? |
| Get left lying face down in a next town |
| Pull strings like Robbie Lamond |
| On the beat and I’m dropping the bomb |
| I’ll make you all feel sick like Sue Bo dropping her thong |
| This ain’t Sumo but I’m too big and too strong |