Marching Through The Fog

I'll still get the bars in,

Devlin, I'm marchin'

Like a soldier serving in

Iraq isNow 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 bull*******t 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 *******s

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 bull*******t 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 belongI'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 nowI'm harder then granite large

I'm titanic

In-fact make your faculty panic

Like a madman acting erratic

With bombs in the ba*******t 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 bull*******t 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 belongI'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