Scratchlin - Devlin, Scratchy

It’s the white boy from Daga

Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber

Tell an MC he’ll get bunned then shattered

You might wanna gather your data

It’s the Riddler, I kid you not, with Scratch the Mad Hatter

Somewhere in the manor with the boys getting langered

When you’re on a good vibe nothing really matters

I’ll dance on my ones, let 'em think that I’m crackers

You fakers, really just haven’t got the Jacobs

Can’t be yourself with your wrap-round faces

Wasters, put 'em through hell when I take 'em

Into my little realm, where I make up shit in my head

To make an MC shit in his bed

Me and Scratch on a riddim, you’re dead

Two pale-faced lyrical men

That get love in the criminal ends

It’s the white boy from Daga

Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber

It’s the white boy from Daga

Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber

It’s the white boy from Daga

Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber

MC’s get bunned then shatter

You might wanna gather your data

Yo Scratch

Name two white boys that are sicker

Dickhead, I beg to differ

I might sound black but I’m not a white wigger

Me and Devs on the same track, it’s a winner (Oi)

I think of bars when I’m out on the piss-up (Oi)

Or when I’m on the shitter

I wipe my arse with that Skrilla

Always sharp, Edward Scissor

You’re a clown, but you’re no killer

I’ll set fire to your chinchilla

At your next booking without you looking

Scratch the Ripper kill an MC quicker

I’m on the run like my name’s McVicar

On the trumpet, where’s the stripper

Where’s the crumpet, where’s the liquor

I ain’t here to get lemon, that’s bitter

It’s the white boy from Daga

Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber

It’s the white boy from Daga

Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber

It’s the white boy from Daga

Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber

MC’s get bunned then shatter

You might wanna gather your data

That’s fact

Back from the crypt, to feed you collabs like this

Get greedy, I’ll feed you a fist

My blood runs deep in this shit

Tape cassettes of Roll Deep on Rinse (On Rinse)

Inspirin' this young gun firin'

To raise every element inside my grip

Great timing, struck by lightning

The game complied then my name got big

You know what it was, you know what it is

Takin' the liberty, takin' the piss

Jack got frost when we both rode in

Cats look lost when the dogs roll in

Wilehouse to ‘nam

What side of the city had bars since I was a kid?

Don’t know?

Then you’ll find out soon

When we play this tune inside;

that’s sick

It’s the white boy from Daga

Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber

It’s the white boy from Daga

Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber

It’s the white boy from Daga

Stab you in the back but I’m not a backstabber

MC’s get bunned then shatter

You might wanna gather your data

That’s fact

It’s Devlin from Dogga

Where every little kid is another little robber

Everyone’s on the same bloody flex

Why go to work when you can be a shotter?

Old school my man’s vexed when I follow

And I rep me and mine with honour

Keep your girl close 'cause I’ll be on her

By the end of the night in bed I’ll be on her

I’ll be on her, I’ll be on her

By the end of the night in bed I’ll be on her

Cheap date, chicken doner

End of the night in bed I’ll be on her

I’ll be on her, I’ll be on her

By the end of the night in bed I’ll be on her

Cheap date, chicken doner

End of the night in bed I’ll be on her