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chipmunk reply - devilman lyrics

[intro: mr traumatik]
oi chipmunk, you thick c-nt, your ship’s sunk
so i quick dunk six chunks of sh-t lumps
on his lip once then quick punch, leave six lumps on his big head
f-ck off (d-ckhead)
chipmunk you thick c-nt, your ship’s sunk
so i quick dunk six chunks of sh-t lumps
on his lip once then quick punch, leave six lumps on his big head
f-ck off

[verse 1: devilman]
i am the meet and greeter
hot like heater, vegetable eater
chipmunk’s on some sideman ‘ting, p-ssenger seater
come like skepta, lyrical repeater
don’t call out my name on a track, say my name on a track, like say some feature
come to your house on a jamaican ‘ting, box you up in your face and bleach ya’, teach ya’, i’m an animal, i’m a creature
n0body ain’t gonna save or reach ya
go to church and be a preacher
grime’ you don’t belong round ‘ere
mainstream you don’t belong there either
i heard that you l!ck-a-d-ck-a-day take a breather
you ain’t bad and jammer ain’t either
wunsen
when i do sh-t i do sh-t properly
eat up a man like spinach and broccoli
k!ll skepta and dump him in hockley
none of these mcs can top me
trust me i don’t give a f-ck if you’ve got p
you man are pop stars, you’re not top three
trust me fam, that’s not me
you’re not gonna get away scot-free
when i spit bars, i’m conflicting a bit of pain
you man are just wet like lil’ wayne
sold out for a bit of fame, try come back to grime to make a bit of change
f-ck chip diddy chip, slap him in the lip, little pr-ck better get a grip
yeah, f-ck chip diddy chip, slap him in the lip, little pr-ck better get a grip
i specialise in pain and slaughter
i gave him a ten pound draw and he paid me the money for a quarter
drown yourself in water
chipmunk’s on a funny-man-‘ting, i heard that he got a boyfriend in majorca
pedo, you’re a nonce, you’re a stalker
you might as well do the moonwalker
you wanna know where i’m at, i’m in 0121
shutting it down so you best just do one
n0body don’t give a f-ck about you don
even your grime tune sounds like a pop song
don’t let jammer and them lot fool ya’, i’m gonna school ya’
go on then go on then, draw for the tool ya’
box you in the face with a ruler
yo, i’ll make the tables turn on you
sh-t, p-ss and sperm on you
i’m gonna end your career, after this even your girl might turn on you
it’s not fair on you
you’re not ready to clash me, i’ll get claire on you
slap you in the face with a dirty nappy then throw a pushchair on you
yeah, cuz you’re not ready
you transvest-te, you’re not ready
don’t talk sh-t about clash, you like to hit a man’s -ss cause it gives you a semi
i said you’re not ready
you transvest-te you’re not ready
i don’t care if you’re in a video with jammer, smash a man’s head with a telly
check my flow, check my slang
this guy looks like an orangutan
i don’t give a f-ck how many girls you bang, you’re still a w-nker
that’s why you hurt your hand
i heard you suck d-ck for twos on a f-g
or l!ck a man’s b-lls just for a gram
i know what you’re doing, i saw the plan
you’re lucky that i didn’t get to record a man
you know what i mean yeah (you know what i mean yeah)
you don’t wanna feel that burning sensation
i got a pitbull and i got a staffie
i got a bullmastiff and a alsation
(if you call out my name on a track)
make you feel worse than dehydration
(i’ll end your career that’s a fact)
leave your face with a major alteration

[outro: devilman]
chipmunk your career finished
yeah
i’m not even wasting no more bars on this pr-ck
yeah, f-ck chipmunk
f-ck boy better know
f-ck lord of the mics yeah
this is what it is
wunsen!

- devilman lyrics

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