Corned Beef City Lyrics - Devlin

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 Goddamn, 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) 

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)