Artist: Devilman f/ Badness Album: Devilman's State of Mind Song: Drum and Bass Father Typed by: AZ Lyrics I am the drum and bass father [x4] I am the drum and bass father Gone in 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 baller 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 time turn 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 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 here me on the 1-4-0 I am the drum and bass father [x4] [Badness] I'm bitter better badder, I'm bad you know it Now it's time for me to show it I'm back, I'm back, 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 back, I'm back, 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 milometer in my waist Time to pump you in your face Time to pump you in your face 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 milometer in my waist Time to pump you in your face Time to pump you in your face [Devilman] 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 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 mans belly Come to your house and jack mans telly Nobody on the mic can't move like this Nobody on the mic can't move like that Nobody on the mic can't move like this or move like that Covered in bubbling fat It's the D.E.V on MD attack Under the mat Everybody move your head to this one Could've been Chinese, White or Black Man a man can't move like this Man a man can't move like that Man a man can't move like this or move like that Covered in bubbling fat It's the D.E.V on MD attack Under the mat Everybody move your head to this one Could've been Chinese, White or Black