This goes out to all the rappers
Living on the bread line
Don't want a nine to five
Bringing the beats
This is a shout out going out to
Maxo Wimberly wombat to stumo
You know who you are
If I'm not shouting your name you're gay
Giddy up giddy up giddy up
Used to do karate and I got a yellow belt
Used to do boxing and I got another belt
Used to smoke cigs but then I moved onto a bong
Now I'm like time got my dick straight long
Selling bars of crack and I used to do smack
But its to expensive like the dentist
When I'm rich and famous I'm gonna make changes
Starting with negaters the fuzz ill brain yous
La la la la la la
White lightning in the park
Lets wait till it gets dark
I'm pissing on the swings
And you will see me blings
When i walk it goes ca ching ca ching ca ching
Mini motor bike masses
Were gonna fuck your girlfriend
Check out the flavour
From Yorkshire to New York
Like eating roast pork
On a Sunday round me nans
Blending all the cans
She started to shout
What yous on about
She started to shout
She's had to much stout
Take it back to the verse
We ought to do lunch
I need to pack lunch
Cause she knows to pack a punch
And its a stomach crunch
That will make you wunch
Like a bear in a trap
Lady licking twats
Some of them like it like that that that
We'll fuck em while they're young
And fuck em while they're young
While they're young while they're young
Up the bum up the bum
I cant help who I am
Ill pull another scam
With Denkersies the man
I'm on another planet it it it
From Yorkshire to New York
Like eating roast pork
On a Sunday round me nans
Blending all the cans
She started to shout
What yous on about
She started to shout
She's had to much stout
She started to shout
What yous on about
She started to shout
She's had to much stout
I'm not a virgin check my list on verging
I'm forty shags a night all know how to do it right
At first she'll be tight but give her a year
She'll be softer than deer when you stick it in your spear
Can you hear Devvo's roar (Roarrrr)
All I need is like a sofa and some gaffa tape that that's it
Fucked up I'm in living and a five for breakfast
Mashed out my brain all loads
On Mitsubishi tabs
From Yorkshire to New York
Like eating roast pork
On a Sunday round me nans
Blending all the cans
She started to shout
What yous on about
She started to shout
She's had to much stout
She started to shout
What yous on about
She started to shout
She's had to much stout
Fuck em fuck em fuck em young
Fick em fuck em fuck em young
Fe fi fo thumb pick em up now and fuck em young
Its Devvo on the beat and Devvo with the rhymes
And Devvo on the flavour, i'll be fucking them young
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