I am the drum and bass
father
Got it like Gaza
Don't wear Gucci
Don't wear Prada
When I have sex,
I like to push it in harder
Strangle the bitch with a iPhone charger
Lot ta dem think I'm
the big but I'm larger
What goes around comes around like karma
Fuck the president, fuck Barack Obama
All they give a fuck about
is guns and armour
I'm addictive like Candy Crush Saga
See me with a big spliff
and a glass of kava
Biggie knock, this'll get them badness lava
I don't give a fuck,
I'm a German bass barra
I ain't got no animals,
but I'm a farmer
Traumatics got the harvest of marijuana
I was in a hotel room
with one freaky bitch
She was masturbating
with a banana
I'm the number one challenger
I'm like a football manager
Annihilate, then damage ya
Then cannibalise and savage ya
Drinking blood like Dracula
I'm amazing and spectacular
When it's late, don't ring my phone
Send me a message, I'll get back to ya
When you hear me,
your badness back to back
Make you wanna give
your mum a happy slap
Turn your dad into an unhappy chap
I'll fuck you up like a democrat
Come out of nowhere
like a heart attack
Don't talk shit, don't start your crap
You know, I don't know what I mean,
yeah
Right, venom venom on the mic like woah
D .E .V. I run the show
Check out my lyrical dirty flow
I get back like a dirty hoe
I spit my bars at a fast tempo
Venom and grime, I spit them slow
When I drop my bars in the rave
You know that the roof is gonna blow
I got the lyrical magical flow
D .E .V. I'm running the show
You might hear me on the drums and bass
And you might hear me on the 140
I got the lyrical magical flow
D .E .V. I'm running the show
You might hear me on the
drums and bass
And you might hear me on the 140
I am the drum and bass father
I am the drum and bass father
I am the drum and bass part
I'm better than
I'm bad you know it
Now it's time for me to show it
I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it
I'm than I'm bad, you know it
Now it's time for me to show it
I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it
You're immature, immature,
immature, premature
Try to dis the empty badness
with lyrics galore
You're immature, immature,
immature, immature
Try come dis the empty badness
with lyrics galore
I might knock you out like Prince Azim
Come in to America, I'm a king
Alien from outer space
Come to earth to run the place
Got my gas, I got my mace
9mm in my waist
Time to pop you in your face
Time to pop you in your
I might knock you out like Prince Azim
Come in to America, I'm a king
Alien from outer space
Come to earth to run the place
Got my gats, I got my mace
Nine millimeter in my waist
Time to pop you in your face
I am a lyrical murderer
I'll take out a third of ya
Don't know your lyrics,
don't know your flow
Trust me fam, I ain't heard of ya
Could've been from Mexico
Could've been from suburbia
My lyrics will keep disturbing ya
Here's one that I made earlier
My style, you can't match it
Light man up like I matched it
Where's his head gone?
I separated it then reattached it
Cos I told you already
I'm sick like Jason and Freddie
More heavy act than a fat man's belly
Come to your house and
Jackman's telly
Parabonamikai move like this,
Parabonamikai move like that,
Parabonamikai move like this
and I move like that,
Corroboreal impact,
it's the DEV11 on the attack,
On the top map,
everybody move your head to this one,
Could've been Chinese,
white or black,
Parabonamikai move like this,
Parabonamikai move like that,
Parabonamikai move like this
and I move like that,
Corroboreal impact,
it's the DEV11 on the attack,
On the top map,
everybody move your head to this one,
Could've been Chinese, white or black.