Dumplin

Its D-E-V to the Z And when i say dont get left broke Nah i dont mean left in the red Them guys can have plenty of cash But when it comes to comparison they're looking to lack Im looking to stack money piles quicker than flats So they can Stop looking at me and start looking at that But fuck it im broke for the minute Oh well at least i got a hold on my lyrics They can have cash i got soul i got spirit I keep my head out of the heavens And close to the ground like midgets With damn dirty lyrics that are rising Define the aspects of physics Im that blue vodka drink that your girls been sippin at the bar all night Yeah im WKD, i'm wicked Haters i'll be more specific you can suck dick or send your best wishes Your girl didn't give the crew kisses After 10 dicks her cunt smelt of fishes Slut on her knees surrounded by willies Your girls grimey like my bars are Im like tracy chapman - i wanna drive away in a fast car Wish i could drive to where the moon and the stars are From a place where the people are dirt poor Keep an eye on the queens head thats what you'll get hurt for You'll see violence the same as a blood and crip turf war And the bars keep dragging like a night shift I'll tell 'em get back on the bike like ryan nyquist They ain't never seen or heard of nothing like this Nah im killing it with tightness every time i ride this Its devz im full of surprises I wanna touch the sky like high rises I re-wrote the whole of the script Turned out the lights and left em in the dark like a solar eclipse Stay close to the beats like when you slowdance with your girl got a hold of her hips All we hold round here is chibs Emoitonless kids that are pissed where they live Coppers that are quick to be pricks You could be abiding the law and you could still get nicked Me im too quick i ain't never been nicked Theres been some close calls Ive had to jump walls Ive been running through schools and stashing up tools None of them coppers ain't knocked what i live like Im not a gangster, definitely not Im just trapped in the lands of ciminality Reality, stepping in rapidly My right hand works like its powered mechanically My shit is all self explanatory Im just trying to save their sanity But they can pay for enlightenment five pound for my cd this ain't no charity Devz's got a killer vocabulary All mad at me thought they be glad for me But hating's un-holy like blasphemy If you dont like me dont chat to me Im putting in the hours like a worker in the factory I got weights on my back like a shirt or a sweater I'll stick to the spitting for worse or for better Im waiting to go through the worst of the weather The other side must be better Ive been hung out to dry now ive come back to try Defining the art of lyrical criminal rhymes - slap someone multiple times Now they wanna tell me that im the best spitter whos white Im just the best full stop None of them couldn't step in then stop If they stop then i make em walk off side its time these haters behave We fuck it up all over the country in a rave Me ghetts slice and lunar we all get paid?