Devilman - ROAD RAGE (JDZmedia) lyrics

[Intro] Yo, and it's the DEvelopment right about now, yeah, in full e-f**ing-ffect, and we're not wasting any seconds on this one yeah, shout out to JDZmedia, we're about to fly out the country tomorrow, yeah, okay then [Chorus] Ask my man for the clash but they don't want any Head to head like car crash but they don't want any Trust me, trust me, they don't want any Okay then [Verse 1] I can't even concentrate A lot of things I need to comtemplate What d'you mean? You ain't too great You fantasize about going on a date with Drake I still wake and bake Thinking to myself who shall I ditch in a lake You act like a b**h and you're fake You don't deserve anything, you got rich by mistake How much more can you take? You made a few sh** tunes, how much more can you make? When I spit bars, I'm too disrespectful, like if a man puts pork in your face Everywhere I go, they show me respect as soon as I walk in the place People like you just talk sh** behind my back but never wanna talk in my face [Chorus] Ask my man for the clash but they don't want any Head to head like car crash but they don't want any Trust me, trust me, they don't want any They don't want a little bit, they don't want any (Wunsen!) [Verse 2] I'm blowing up like a 1000 notifications Cut you in half like Siamese twin separation I won't be surprised if you get a nose operation You flow like a pagan And eat a whole lot of bacon f** your affiliations [?] When I spit bars, I'm hard like a Albert Einstein equation Composure's what I lack most I'm intolerant like lactose Asked my man for the clash but man didn't want it like bare or black toast Eat man up like a fat roast Lord Of The Mics, I was that close Sec san wun sai malai pung yo taiomi hai, turn man into a black ghost [Chorus] Ask my man for the clash but they don't want any Head to head like car crash but they don't want any Trust me, trust me, they don't want any They don't want a little bit, they don't want any [Verse 3] Yo, I live my life, I don't plan it My name's Devilman but I'm not satanic My bars are hard like ceramic Sink a MC like Titanic Could've been Christian or Islamic Everybody knows that my lyrics are organic When I start to send for man, I make a man panic I get technical like a mechanic I'm always proceeding Controversial like public breastfeeding When I spit bars, I'm appealing Every evening Always get high like ceiling Even when I'm awake, I'm still dreamin' Plottin' and schemin' Don't want my pockets to go dry like a face that needs creamin' Leave a MC with no feelin' [Chorus] Ask my man for the clash but they don't want any Head to head like car crash but they don't want any Trust me, trust me, they don't want any They don't want a little bit, they don't want any [Outro] Trust me, they don't want any, the DEvelopment, JDZmedia, up in your f**ing faces, yeah