Devlin, Ed Sheeran - F64 #2 - A64 lyrics
[Devlin, Ed Sheeran - F64 #2 - A64 lyrics]
Yeah, they want 64 more
I want 64 whores and a whip so
Big that it must have 64 doors
You ain't never felt an impact or a
Force this raw on a format before
Cause this Granny Smith’s gone
Raw to the core
I’ma rotten apple and I got a grapple
Like I’m Phil Vickery making a tackle
Got ‘em all sick of me
Making it hassle for any man’s
Plan to unravel than travel
So now they got the hump like a camel
You can’t judge me like a TV panel
Fuck a pint, drink beer from the barrel
Still be on point with the bars
I’m hard like striking a sparrow
In flight with an arrow
I’m live and I’m rago, you’ll
Thrive in the gallows, so
You can hang like a jacket, I’ll smile
One less scumbag on the planet
I’m wild, like my good friends Ghetts
I’m erratic
You’ll find out I’m lyrically dramatic
If you think you can last one
Minute than you’ve had it
To ask me why I still MC is
Like asking McEnroe "what’s all the racket?"
Passion inside that them man are lacking
Call me off key like a third nipple
If you don’t rate what I’m spitting
It’s blatant you prefer dribble
I’m baffling brains like E dot Nigma
Creating a riddle
I got my boys safeguarding the edge while I
Break in again to maintain the middle
Best beware when Devlin’s in here
I took a lot of shit
Now I’m taking the piddle
So, you’ll get left in a field
With a face full of thistles
I’m makin‘em wait to start partaking
And make fatal dismissal’s
You know I ain't sweet like skittles
I break MC’s that are basically brittle
And all bullshit aside
There ain't one man on the team
That ain't been on the fiddle
Knew I had a fullproof plan
But thought that the scam
Was Fawlty like Sybil
But now I’m like more for you
On tour with Ed Scissors
Kid from the Ipswich field straight
Back to Barking and Dagenham
And then we’ll start savaging spitter’s
Performing with Yasmin
The sickest and prettiest lyricist singing
Example went and sold out the tour, Encore
You’re doing your thing man so
Thanks for the bringin
You can tell men, children and women
It’s Devil’s on the beat makin’ enemy retreat
Cause, I’m stepping up my levels
Every week no kidding
So take this 64 more
That's a 128 bars I give ‘em
When I’m eatin’
I’m letting em starve like a pedophile
On hunger strike in prison
And I give it large like I’m hard like Rambo
I ain’t got mill’s or a yard or a Lambo
When it comes to lyrics though
I’m more than a handful
You don’t wanna gamble
I’m sharp like a thorn from the brambles
Blow away your mind like Mark
Chopper Read outside Bojangles
You better make like an egg and then scramble
I’ll bombard your men from various angles
I want 64 whores and a whip so
Big that it must have 64 doors
You ain't never felt an impact or a
Force this raw on a format before
Cause this Granny Smith’s gone
Raw to the core
I’ma rotten apple and I got a grapple
Like I’m Phil Vickery making a tackle
Got ‘em all sick of me
Making it hassle for any man’s
Plan to unravel than travel
So now they got the hump like a camel
You can’t judge me like a TV panel
Fuck a pint, drink beer from the barrel
Still be on point with the bars
I’m hard like striking a sparrow
In flight with an arrow
I’m live and I’m rago, you’ll
Thrive in the gallows, so
You can hang like a jacket, I’ll smile
One less scumbag on the planet
I’m wild, like my good friends Ghetts
I’m erratic
You’ll find out I’m lyrically dramatic
If you think you can last one
Minute than you’ve had it
To ask me why I still MC is
Like asking McEnroe "what’s all the racket?"
Passion inside that them man are lacking
Call me off key like a third nipple
If you don’t rate what I’m spitting
It’s blatant you prefer dribble
I’m baffling brains like E dot Nigma
Creating a riddle
I got my boys safeguarding the edge while I
Break in again to maintain the middle
Best beware when Devlin’s in here
I took a lot of shit
Now I’m taking the piddle
So, you’ll get left in a field
With a face full of thistles
I’m makin‘em wait to start partaking
And make fatal dismissal’s
You know I ain't sweet like skittles
I break MC’s that are basically brittle
And all bullshit aside
There ain't one man on the team
That ain't been on the fiddle
Knew I had a fullproof plan
But thought that the scam
Was Fawlty like Sybil
But now I’m like more for you
On tour with Ed Scissors
Kid from the Ipswich field straight
Back to Barking and Dagenham
And then we’ll start savaging spitter’s
Performing with Yasmin
The sickest and prettiest lyricist singing
Example went and sold out the tour, Encore
You’re doing your thing man so
Thanks for the bringin
You can tell men, children and women
It’s Devil’s on the beat makin’ enemy retreat
Cause, I’m stepping up my levels
Every week no kidding
So take this 64 more
That's a 128 bars I give ‘em
When I’m eatin’
I’m letting em starve like a pedophile
On hunger strike in prison
And I give it large like I’m hard like Rambo
I ain’t got mill’s or a yard or a Lambo
When it comes to lyrics though
I’m more than a handful
You don’t wanna gamble
I’m sharp like a thorn from the brambles
Blow away your mind like Mark
Chopper Read outside Bojangles
You better make like an egg and then scramble
I’ll bombard your men from various angles