Off With Their Heads Lyrics - Singles - Devlin

Devlin, yeah 

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 wrap blocked all the exits 

Yes I'll be here forever 

The chair's 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'ma 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 so dough to get a pizza 

Every day I have to take away 

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 a 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 shit 

And the doctor of death flying 

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 tryina 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 a like 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 owner home 

This millennium, got a loada dome 

Rome then roam 

Came home smelling like hot Cologne 

Had a success overdose, woah 

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 

Eye low deep, 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'ma 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 plane, You tube 

See me on Wretch32 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 best out 

But he gets stripped like a bitch when I dress down 

Think you're a face round 'ere? 

Get left lying face down in a next town 

Pull strings like Robbie Lamont 

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