Yeah, they want 64 more
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I want 64 whores and a whip so big that it must have 64 doors
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You ain't never felt an impact or a force this raw on a format before
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'Cause this Granny Smith's got more to the core
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I'm a rotten apple and I got a grapple like I'm Phil Vickery making a tackle
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Got 'em all sick of me, making it hassle for any man's plan to unravel than travel
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So now they got the hump like a camel
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You can't judge me like a TV panel
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Fuck a pint, drink beer from the barrel
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Still be on point with the bars
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I'm hard like striking a sparrow in flight with an arrow
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I'm live and I'm rago, you'll thrive in the gallows, so
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You can hang like a jacket, I'll smile, one less scumbag on the planet
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I'm wild, like my good friends Ghetts, I'm erratic
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You'll find out I'm lyrically dramatic
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If you think you can last one minute than you've had it
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To ask me why I still MC is like asking McEnroe "what's all the racket? "
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Passion inside that dem man are lacking
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Call me off key like a third nipple
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If you don't rate what I'm spitting it's blatant you prefer dribble
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I'm baffling brains like E dot Nigma, creating a riddle
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I got my boys safeguarding the edge while I break in again to maintain the middle
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Best beware when Devlin's in here
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I took a lot of shit now I'm taking the piddle
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So, you'll get left in a field with a face full of thistles
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I'm makin' 'em wait to start partaking and make fatal dismissal's
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You know I ain't sweet like skittles
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I break MC's that are basically brittle
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And all bullshit aside
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There ain't one man on the team that ain't been on the fiddle
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Knew I had a fullproof plan, but thought that the scam was Fawlty like Sybil.
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But now I'm like more for you, on tour with Ed Scissors
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Kid from the Ipswich field straight back to Barking and Dagenham
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And then we'll start savaging spitter's
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Performing with Yasmin, the sickest and prettiest lyricist singing
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Example went and sold out the tour, Encore
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You're doing your thing man so thanks for the bringin
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You can tell men, children and women
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It's Devil's on the beat makin' enemy retreat
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Cause I'm stepping up my levels every week no kiddin'
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So take this 64 more, that's 128 bars I give 'em
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When I'm eatin', I'm letting em starve like a paedophile
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I hunger strike in prison
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And I give it large like I'm hard like Rambo
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I ain't got mill's or a yard or a Lambo
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When it comes to lyrics though, I'm more than a handful
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You don't wanna gamble, I'm sharp like a thorn from the brambles
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Blow away your mind like Mark Chopper Read outside Bojangles
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You better make like an egg and then scramble
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I'll bombard your men from various angles.
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They want "64a¢æ©ø 3 but no disrespect SB, you know me
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I might have to call this OT-TV, if I keep on going, I'm so OTT
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Wait and see F64 3!
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Watch out for round 3 coming soon...
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F64 #2
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| Devlin |
