[Intro]

Yo, and it's the D-E-velopment right about now, yeah, in full e-fucking-ffect

And we're not wasting any seconds on this one yeah, shout out to JDZmedia

We're about to fly out the country tomorrow, yeah, okay then

[Chorus]

Ask my man for the clash but they don't want any

Head to head like car crash but they don't want any

Trust me, trust me, they don't want any

Okay then

[Verse 1]

Blud, I can't even concentrate

A lot of things I need to contemplate

What you mean? You ain't too great

You fantasize about going on a date with Drake

I still wake and bake

Thinking to myself who shall I ditch in a lake

You act like a bitch and you're fake

You don't deserve anything, you got rich by mistake

How much more can you take?

You made a few shit tunes, how much more can you make?

When I spit bars, I'm too disrespectful, like if a man puts pork in your face

Everywhere I go, they show me respect as soon as I walk in the place

People like you just talk shit behind my back but never wanna talk in my face

[Chorus]

Ask my man for the clash but they don't want any

Head to head like car crash but they don't want any

Trust me, trust me, they don't want any

They don't want a little bit, they don't want any (Wunsen)

[Verse 2]

I'm blowing up like a thousand notifications

Cut you in half like siamese twin separation

I won't be surprised if you get a nose operation

You flow like a pagan

And eat a whole lot of bacon

Fuck your affiliations

Zero toleration

When I spit bars, I'm hard like a Albert Einstein equation

Composure's what I lack most

I'm intolerant like lactose

Asked my man for the clash but man didn't want it like bare up black toast

Eat man up like a fat roast

Lord of the Mics, I was that close

Sec san wun sai malai pung yo taiomi hai, turn man into a black ghost

[Chorus]

Ask my man for the clash but they don't want any

Head to head like car crash but they don't want any

Trust me, trust me, they don't want any

They don't want a little bit, they don't want any

[Verse 3]

Yo, I live my life, I don't plan it

My name's Devilman but I'm not satanic

My bars are hard like ceramic

Sink a MC like Titanic

Could've been Christian or Islamic

Everybody knows that my lyrics are organic

When I start to send for man, I make a man panic

I get technical like a mechanic

I'm always proceeding

Controversial like public breastfeeding

When I spit bars, I'm appealing

Every evening

Always gettin' high like ceiling

Even when I'm awake, I'm still dreamin'

Plottin' and schemin'

Don't want my pockets to go dry like a face that needs creamin'

Leave a MC with no feelin'

[Chorus]

Ask my man for the clash but they don't want any

Head to head like car crash but they don't want any

Trust me, trust me, they don't want any

They don't want a little bit, they don't want any

[Outro]

Trust me, they don't want any, the D-E-velopment, JDZmedia, up in your fucking faces, yeah