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Devlin

Grime Scene Killer

 

Grime Scene Killer

(album: The Outcast - 2019)


It's Napoleon Bonaparte
The rebirth of a killer and I'm looking for a woman like Joan of arc that's got so much heart
We can make an army and reincar
Nate notorious names from the past, warriors
Queens, Sultans, Tsars, if Harley Quinn should ever ask
Suicide squad ain't got fuck all on ours
And never will do, I'm in charge of my, own life of my, own path
All laughed at the outcast
So I chased my dream so hard, don't feel me jump in the ocean
In coat full of bricks and embark
To a watery grave
Fortune favours the brave
That's why I play Russian roulette in the dark

It's the grime scene killer and they fully well know
... that I'll take control like I stole the remote
... what It's like where I'm from you don't really wanna know
... the girls and the guns and the cold wind blows

Like a fuse on a circuit board so be ready for the surge of force I enforce
Playing by dirty rules so don't talk when the pigs come around like Bertie Smalls
Getting where I got to is no mean feat and in feet I feel about thirty tall
Bi nocs I indeed keep watch in the scene and I see when I'm needed to rock this sport
Down to the foundations
See concrete shudder when I shut down shop
Bad motherfucker in the game you're not
I'm a God you ain't nothing but another stray dog
And I should know about chasing off
Fake cons I've been doing it for oh so long
All these mc's taking off
Deep down inside all know that they could never take me on

It's the grime scene killer and they fully well know
... that I'll take control like I stole the remote
... what It's like where I'm from you don't really wanna know
... the girls and the guns and the cold wind blows

... and I can hear whispers
Little cats keep twitching their whiskers growing up quick with the age old wisdom
Of the criminals worlds they enlist in
Then they fight for a prize like Bisping
But there ain't eight sides to this ring
No time do revive from an inkling
You put your life on the line like it's instinct
Then again we all do
I ain't scared of ghosts I know failures the most fucked thing that can haunt you
Then again failures nothing but another spectators poor view
Quick to judge
I've seen men smile while they drip with blood
So young I was in amongst older thugs
Oh dear mums angel turned corrupt

It's the grime scene killer and they fully well know
... that I'll take control like I stole the remote
... what It's like where I'm from you don't really wanna know
... the girls and the guns and the cold wind blows

They're sweet like vanilla
Claim that they're iller
Eyeing up your dinner
Grime scene killer
Ain't none sicker
Is then I'll put anti freeze in his dinner
Devs I'm a...

They're sweet like vanilla
Claim that they're iller
Eyeing up your dinner
Grime scene killer
Ain't none sicker
Is then I'll put anti freeze in his dinner
Devs I'm a sinner

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