[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