Drum and Bass Father - Devilman, Dj Looney

I am the drum and bass father

I am the drum and bass father

I am the drum and bass father

I am the drum and bass father

I am the drum and bass father

Gully like Gaza

Don’t wear Gucci, don’t wear Prada

When I have sex I like to push it in harder

Strangled a bitch with her iPhone charger

'Nuff of them think (yo) that they’re big but I’m larger

What goes around comes around like karma

Fuck the President, fuck Barack Obama

All they give a fuck about is guns and armor

I’m addictive like Candy Crush Saga

See me with a big spliff and a glass of Cava

Biggin' up dizzle kid and Badness LAVA

I don’t give a fuck I’m a drum and bass barrer

I ain’t got no animals but I’m a farmer

Traumatik’s got the harvest of marijuana

I was in a hotel room with one freaky bitch

She was masturbating with a banana

I’m the number one challenger

I’m like a football manager

Annihilate and damage ya

Then cannibalize and savage ya

Drinking blood like Dracula

I’m amazing and spectacular

When it’s late don’t ring my phone

Send me a message I’ll get back to ya

When you hear me and Badness back to back

Make ya wanna give your Mum a happy slap

Turn your Dad into an unhappy chap

I’ll fuck you up like a gram of crack

Come out of nowhere like a heart attack

Don’t talk shit, don’t start your crap

You know I don’t know what I mean (yeah)

My turn and I’m on the mic like yo

D.E.V.

I run the show

Check out my lyrical dirty flow

I get back like a dirty ho

I spit my bars at a fast tempo

When I’m on grime I spit them slow

When I drop my bars in a rave

You know that the roof is gonna blow

I’ve got the lyrical magical flow

D.E.V.

I’m running the show

You might hear me on the drums and bass

Or you might hear me on the 1−4-0

I’ve got the lyrical magical flow

D.E.V.

I’m running the show

You might hear me on the drums and bass

Or you might hear me on the 1−4-0

I am the drum and bass father

I am the drum and bass father

I am the drum and bass father

I am the drum and bass father

I’m bitter better badder, I’m bad you know it

Now it’s time for me to show it

I’m bad, I’m bad, you know it

I’m bitter better badder, I’m bad you know it

Now it’s time for me to show it

I’m bad, I’m bad, you know it

You’re immature, amateur, immature, premature

Checking in this with MC Badness with lyrics galore

You’re immature, amateur, immature, premature

Checking in this with MC Badness with lyrics galore

I might knock you out like price hazeem

Coming to America, I’m a king

Alien from outta space

Come to Earth to run the place

Got my gas, got my mace

9 millimeter in my waist

Time to pump you in your face

Time to pump you in your face

(This is real)

I might knock you out like price hazeem

Coming to America, I’m a king

Alien from outta space

Come to Earth to run the place

Got my gas, got my mace

9 millimeter in my waist

Time to pump you in your face

Time to pump you in your face

I am a lyrical murderer

I’ll take out a third of ya

Don’t know your lyrics

Don’t know your flow

Trust me fam I ain’t heard of ya

Could’ve been from Mexico

Could’ve been from suburbia

My lyrics will keep disturbing ya

Here’s one that I made earlier

My style you can’t match it

Light man up like a match stick

Where’s his head gone?

I separated, then reattached it

'Cause I told you already

I’m sick like Jason and Freddy

More heavier than a fat man’s belly

Come to your house and jack man’s telly

When I’m on the mic I move like this

When I’m on the mic I move like that

When I’m on the mic I move like this and I move like that

Covered in bubbling fat

It’s the D.E.Velopment on the attack

Under the mat

Everybody move your head to this one

Could’ve been Chinese, white or black

When I’m on the mic I move like this

When I’m on the mic I move like that

When I’m on the mic I move like this and I move like that

Covered in bubbling fat

It’s the D.E.Velopment on the attack

Under the mat

Everybody move your head to this one

Could’ve been Chinese, white or black