| All eyes on the team like we live in Big Brother |
| Don’t like me? Then suck your mum’s mother |
| My bars are hard like Giggs' front cover |
| And after I’m gone there’ll never be another (never) |
| Cause I’m a grime MC |
| And I’ll still got mainstream music down to a T |
| No one in the scene’s as rowdy as me |
| Get burnt to 1000 degrees, then shipped to Calcutta |
| You’ll face deportation |
| Escorted to hell by four freemasons |
| Left 24 hours a day |
| In a cell in the shadows with Freddy and Jason |
| I don’t know who they think that they’re facing |
| I’m like dark man, I’m faceless |
| OT start mosh pits in the rave |
| And if you don’t believe me, ask Chase & Status |
| But this year, I’m changing my status |
| I can see cracks in the game like craters |
| And when I get a chance to make money |
| I don’t think twice like hungry alligators |
| Haters who wanna eradicate us with their envious eyes |
| But it’s funny in life, you come across men that are live |
| And some that are stuck up cunts like vibrators |
| So save this |
| I don’t give a fuck about C list or A list |
| Just make sure you’ve got my record on your playlist |
| Or I’ll aim where your brain is |
| I woke up from a nightmare dead |
| With a map that led to where Dracula’s grave is |
| Now I know where you suckers all rest |
| I’ll return with a stake that’s infected with rabies |
| And I’ll impale you on it like Vlad the Impaler |
| Let’s talk war like JD I might tricks on the track known as a common veiler |
| You won’t like what you see like an angry fan or spectator |
| The day you invade my space you’re in danger |
| So don’t get too pally |
| Like Willis and Halle in the move The Perfect Stranger |
| It’s time to get personal, I’m gonna burn 'em all |
| Like the blitz I don’t give two shits |
| And I’ll give it to 'em straight like my first name’s Vertical |
| You and your bird and all |
| So you better get ready for the Holocaust |
| Devz them will follow like a one man metaphor machine’s on 'em all |
| Like Blair and Bush, got 'em shook |
| Cause they know that I’ll bomb them all |
| So rearrange your regiment |
| Devz I’m a bomber like America’s first ever mixed race President |
| So therefore it’s evident you better fly away like a pelican |
| Or else get spun by the son named Devlin |
| The thrill of the kill’s what I revel in |
| I came here from an alien settlement |
| Blessed with an extraterrestrial intelligence |
| So do you know what vision is? The writing’s on the wall |
| Like an old set of hieroglyphs inside of the pyramids |
| I’ll raise an army of dogs from the dead like Anubis |
| And then we can finish this |
| Quick like a fat man’s dinner |
| They wanna chat about their background driller |
| Get smacked down quicker than a rat in an action thriller |
| Devz, Lewi, Zilla |
| Griminal, Ghetts and Rawz Artilla |
| I’ve got bars that are sicker than the Ipswich Ripper |
| And I proved my point as a nipper |
| Way back then, at a very young age |
| Beside big names, spitting out flames |
| Fuck what they say, hold tight Zdot on this one |
| Let’s ruin everyone’s day |
| I write rhymes with an eye cause I’m darker |
| You best scarper |
| You’ll get let down the road to disaster |
| Cause I’m the man that’s behind the bars |
| But I ain’t Oli Barker |
| I’m like Jason’s 'chete but sharper |
| Pen point at the drama |
| Frank Sinatra with a combover, cigarette and lager |
| And I’ve got everyone edgy |