Devilman - Chipmunk Reply lyrics

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Devilman - Chipmunk Reply lyrics

[Intro: Mr Traumatik] Oi Chipmunk, you thick c*nt, your ship's sunk So I quick dunk six chunks of sh** lumps On his lip once then quick punch, leave six lumps on his big head f** off (Dickhead) Chipmunk you thick c*nt, your ship's sunk So I quick dunk six chunks of sh** lumps On his lip once then quick punch, leave six lumps on his big head f** off [Verse 1: Devilman] I am the meet and greeter Hot like heater, vegetable eater Chipmunk's on some side man ting, pa**enger 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 Nobody 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 lick-a-dick-a-day take a breather You ain't bad and Jammer ain't either Wunsen When I do sh** I do sh** properly Eat up a man like spinach and broccoli k** Skepta and dump him in Hockely None of these MCs can top me Trust me I don't give a f** 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 Little Wayne Sold out for a bit of fame, try come back to grime to make a bit of change f** Chip Diddy Chip, slap him in the lip, little prick better get a grip Yeah, f** Chip Diddy Chip, slap him in the lip, little prick better get a grip I specialize 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 Nobody don't give a f** 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**, piss and s**m 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 transvestite, you're not ready Don't talk sh** about clash, you like to hit a man's a** cause it gives you a semi I said you're not ready You transvestite 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** how many girls you bang, you're still a wa*ker That's why you hurt your hand I heard you s** dick for twos on a f*g Or lick a man's balls 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 Chipmunk your career finished [Outro] Yeah I'm not even wasting no more bars on this prick Yeah, f** Chipmunk, f** Boy Better Know, f** Lord Of The Mics yeah, this is what it is Wunsen