I'll still get the bars in, Devlin, I'm marchin'

Like a soldier serving in Iraq is

Now watch me eliminate targets

You should have known to anticipate carnage Your attitude sticks like an arm pit

I've got bars harder then Arnolds arm is

And no man has gone red at me yet

So I'd say I'm here to stay like a scar is I ain't immigrating, I'm lieing

And waiting and debating

Just what I'm going to be taking

I ain't faking, so don't be mistaken Like I've gone soft for the ratings

I'll take you up to the top

Of the dirtiest derelict block

And then throw you over the railings

And the only motive was hatred Has Devlin gone soft

Does Devlin think he's bad

Nah, he thinks he's at the top

All your bullshit makes me mad But the drama don't stop

So alarms are ringing off

'Cause with the bars I'm still a lot

I've been as dark as dark has got

And now I'm marching through the fog Tarantula, creep all over the beat

Gargantuan and get under my feet

I'll stamp on ya, I won't ramp on ya

The games like a letter

And I just took my stamp honor And if dinner ain't served

Then I'll back 9 stella's and stamp on her

And sip on a can while I'm drowning her

While I'm pinning her down as I strangle her

I'm the murkiest white man handler Till this very day been around here

If I was plotting then I weren't like the sound of ya

You get naughty I get a bit rowdier

Still you won't let them throw back a pound at ya Don't place me in a box you cocks

If there's one thing I'm not it's *** rectangular Has Devlin gone soft

Does Devlin think he's bad

Nah, he thinks he's at the top

All your bullshit makes me mad But the drama don't stop

So alarms are ringing off

'Cause with the bars I'm still a lot

I've been as dark as dark has got

And now I'm marching through the fog I'm marching through the fog

It's dark and I've been lost

But with the bars I'm still the boss

And now I'm back where I belong I'm marching through the fog

It's dark and I've been lost

But with the bars I'm still the boss

Keep on marching through the fog Devlin, I'm back and I'm harder then nails

I was raised in a place, so foul

With my mates in my pals house

Wetting up papers on the scales But now I shoot bars from the mouth

Keep marching them in or keep marching them out

I'll barge you around like a bully in a playground

If you ain't ready for the regime stay down

I'm going hard for the whole UK now I'm harder then granite large I'm titanic

In-fact make your faculty panic

Like a madman acting erratic

With bombs in the basement and straps in the attic A confrontation would have to be tragic

Like the coppers, when he met Harry Roberts

Let him have it Has Devlin gone soft

Does Devlin think he's bad

Nah, he thinks he's at the top

All your bullshit makes me mad

But the drama don't stop So alarms are ringing off

'Cause with the bars I'm still a lot

I've been as dark as dark has got

And now I'm marching through the fog I'm marching through the fog

It's dark and I've been lost

But with the bars I'm still the boss

And now I'm back where I belong I'm marching through the fog

It's dark and I've been lost

But with the bars I'm still the boss

Keep on marching through the fog