Artist: Devilman Album: Wunsen Song: Out On the Road Typed by: AZ Lyrics I'm like a banging migraine but worse Black magic or voodoo curse When I spit my verse Live my life in reverse I was born last and I died first And it still gets worse Get ready for the outburst Everything I do is so diverse Gonna need more than a doctor Gonna need more than a nurse You're gonna need more than a miracle Gonna need help from forces that are way more than spiritual Not stereotypical But you might get left critical Ever so pitiful I'm horrible, dreadful, very despicable But at the same time, my love for grime is unconditional I've got the game in my hand like a pile of cash I've got a unique style and flash I only deal with a certain style of gash You've got money but you still look like you belong in a pile of trash I've got a violent past and I spit fire like a firearm with a silent blast Look, stop running your mouth with all that trap 'Cause I was big in the game before that prat Anybody call my name, I'll call that back I don't give a fuck about the fame And I don't care about the name Take MCs out the game Anytime I touch the mic, things won't ever be the same Yo, blud! I'm a lyrical Master Blaster Mental, disaster I'm like an RS 7 but a little bit faster Two blinks and I've already pased you (you know what I mean, yeah) Not into no pagan Hollywood actor Fuck all the government leaders, fuck all the dead presidents but that's another factor Mean, vicious, like velociraptor Blowing up like nuclear reactor I'm big like one of them muscle adverts when they show you a picture of how you look before and after Show respect to your master Or you might end up in some cement and plaster Yuh And it's the D.E.Velopment, yeah And this one is fucking emotional, I do say Shout-out to the Westy on this one, yeah Out to all my people It's the Wunsen EP, yeah Get to know this