text: F64 #2 - A64 LyricsYeah, they want 64 more
  I want 64 whores and a whip so big that it must have 64 doors
  You aint 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 aint sweet like skittles
  I break MC’s that are basically brittle
  And all bullshit aside
  There aint one man on the team that aint 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, thats 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 anglesEmbed