Do This

Yeah, trust me.. Deeperman, Devlin It's all Tales From The Crypt 2006 OT, Dogenham Alliance [Verse 1 - Deeperman] I give you a lot of peng, we shot again So I might run up in your yard with a lot of men Them boy they never talking shit like I'm hotter than Six of your hottest men, don't think you're big cause you've got a skeng It's not hard my friend, anyone can cop a skeng Claiming your a gun man but I know you ain't bust yet So why you telling lies for? You know I felt sick innit Why you on a hype for? Come off it quick innit Before you get rolled on, left with no dole don Jumped on the floor now you got shit to hold on Think I'm a prick you got told wrong I roll up with 30 rebels, It's Deeperman Dan and Dirty Devilz Tales From The Crypt, it's all levels And if you ain't showing any, then move on Cause round here we're working hard and fast It's all OT and the Dogenham Alliance [Hook] It's Devz and Deeperman, do this We all know what the truth is, OT are moving ruthless And them boys are past it, they're useless, useless, useless It's Devz and Deeperman, do this We all know what the truth is, OT are moving ruthless And them boys are past it, they're useless, useless, useless [Verse 2 - Devlin] I'm used to leaving them speechless, tear an MC into pieces Then I'll look inside your mind like telekinesis and I'll seek for your weakness Wanna send for the team do you know how many rules that breaches? It's Tales From The Crypt with a feature from Deeper So now you know how deep the team is Straight from the street, that's where the cream is Teenage drug dealers drive beemers You don't wanna get fucked up like your Fila's And if you wanna battle take you to the cleaners Coming on miles you're moving in metres and stop acting facetious Like you could actually beat us, your heads in the sky like Jesus Black hoody like the Grim Reeper Tales From The Crypt, Dirty Devilz and Deeper [Hook] It's Devz and Deeperman, do this We all know what the truth is, OT are moving ruthless And them boys are past it, they're useless, useless, useless It's Devz and Deeperman, do this We all know what the truth is, OT are moving ruthless And them boys are past it, they're useless, useless, useless [Verse 3 - Deeperman] Your girls grimey how could you wifey that Wanked in her mouth, now you're licking inside of that You're a pussy I can see it in your face And I know you like the taste of having pussy on your face You're a wanker, you don't get any girls and when you do it's a fat bird with a pussy that smells But still you wanna lick around her mot like you're on it and you're repping, never Pussies get moved out my ends like cannabis Now you can't manage this, I've done my research like an analyst Fuck what you heard I'm not having this, your boys are stabbing this My boys will run up in your crib and leave you cunts wounded Run up on your set and fuck it up like my tune did I leave you sweating like the hot weather when it's humid Deeperman, Deeperman, that's the new word About Tales From The Crypt it's not hard blood work it out [Hook] It's Devz and Deeperman, do this We all know what the truth is, OT are moving ruthless And them boys are past it, they're useless, useless, useless It's Devz and Deeperman, do this We all know what the truth is, OT are moving ruthless And them boys are past it, they're useless, useless, useless [Verse 4 - Devlin] Fucked up lyricist, stepping up while these pricks spit gibberish It's really, vividness And I kill dicks like, syphilis Broke free from the chrysalis now I'm gonna fly away You can try and stay but you will die away I don't care what they try and say Nower days say my face is bait like when I'm walking on my estate I gotta raise up to higher stakes, so I'm out of the clutches I'm on the roads where it's roughest and hitting up your girlfriends crutches OT some grimey motherfuckers, I told them boys that they just can't touch us Acting suspicious, all these fake guys that pretend to be vicious Straight from the streets where there's junkies and snitches Deeper and Devilz, the hungriest spitters, spitters, spitters, spitters...