Dumplin

Its d-e-v to the z

And when I say don't get left broke

Nah I don't mean left in the red

Them guys can have plenty of cash

But when it comes to comparison they're looking to lack

I'm looking to stack money piles quicker than flats

So they can

Stop looking at me and start looking at that

But fuck it I'm 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

I'm that blue vodka drink that your girls been sippin at the bar all night

Yeah I'm 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

I'm 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 I'm killing it with tightness every time I ride this

Its devz I'm 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

Emotionless 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 I'm 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

I'm not a gangster, definitely not

I'm 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

I'm just trying to save their sanity

But they can pay for enlightenment five pound for my cd this aint 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 don't like me don't chat to me

I'm 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

I'm waiting to go through the worst of the weather

The other side must be better

Ive been hung out to dry now I've come back to try

Defining the art of lyrical criminal rhymes - slap someone multiple times

Now they wanna tell me that I'm the best spitter who's white

I'm 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?