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Chipmunk Reply – Devilman

[Intro: Mr Traumatik]
Oi Chipmunk, you thick cunt, your ships sunk
So I quick dung six chunks of shit lumps
Only slip once then quick punch, leave six lumps on his big head
Fuck off (Dickhead)
Chipmunk you thick cunt, your ships sunk
So I quick dung six chunks of shit lumps
Only slip once then quick punch, leave six lumps on his big head
Fuck off

[Verse 1: Devilman]
I am the meet and greeter
Hot like heater, vegetable eater
Chipmunks on some side man ting, passenger 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 shit I do shit properly, eat up a man like spinach and broccoli
Kill Skepta and dump him in Hockely
None of these MCs can top me, trust me I don't give a fuck if you've got pea
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 the better 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
Fuck Chip-Didi-Chip, slap him in the lip, little prick better get a grip
Yeah, fuck Chip-Didi-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
Chipmunks 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 fuck 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, shit piss 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 transvestite you're not ready
Don't talk shit about clash, you like to hit a mans ass cuz 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 mans head with a tele
Check my flow, check my slang, this guy looks like an orangutan, I don't give a fuck how many girls you bang, you're still a wanker, thats why you hurt your hand
I heard you suck dick for twos on a fag, or lick a mans 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 Alsheshan
If you call out my name on a track, make you feel worse than dehydration
I'll end your career thats a fact, leave your face with a major alteration
Chipmunk your career finished
Yeah
I'm not even wasting no more bars on this prick
Yeah, fuck Chipmunk, fuck Boy Better Know, fuck Lord Of The Mics yeah, this is what it is
Wunsen

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