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Devo ( /ˈdiːvoʊ/, originally /diːˈvoʊ/) is an American punk rock/New Wave band formed in 1972 consisting of members from Kent and Akron, Ohio. The classic line-up of the band includes two sets of brothers, the Mothersbaughs (Mark and Bob) and the Casales (Gerald and Bob), along with Alan Myers. The band had a No. 14 Billboard chart hit in 1980 with the single "Whip It", and has maintained a cult following throughout its existence. Their style over time has shifted between punk, art rock, post-punk, and New Wave. Their music and stage show mingle kitsch science fiction themes, deadpan surrealist humor, and mordantly satirical social commentary. Their often discordant pop songs feature unusual synthetic instrumentation and time signatures that have proven influ… more »

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Hm, unexpected like a mixtape
Catch you at your crib if you're reading this is too late, hm

Point a choppa at a nigga
Now he running like a track race, hm

Catch a nigga while he waiting on his dinner
Cut his head off , leave his ass with a full plate, hm

Nigga talkin shit?
Put the metal to his mouth, now I call his ass brace-face, hm

Hm, unexpected like a mixtape
Catch you at your crib if your reading this is too late, hm

Point a choppa at a nigga
Now he running like a track race, hm

Catch a nigga while he waiting on his dinner
Cut his head off , leave his ass with a full plate, hm

Nigga talkin shit?
Put the metal to his mouth, now I call his ass brace face, hm

And your bitch up for grabs like a sweepstake
I'ma eat her ass like a cheesecake, hm

Now we back to my place
Bust on her face with my nut like a toothpaste, hm

Straight up at his crib like it's Home Alone
Mac up to his face you would think he had a lipstick on, hm

Price on his head, hella ice like a sled
Make a nigga freeze up like frozone, hm

Put the chrome to a nigga dome
Now his ass stuck like he need a couple chromosomes, hm

I'm at your door like a ding-dong
I'll serve you like ping pong, hm

And your bitch say my name like I'm Mike Jones
I'ma eat her ass like some neck bones, hm

Choppa ring like a telephone
Shoot him in his stomach you would think a nigga belly gone, hm

Bitches say I rap like a singalong
And they got it playing on their phone like a ringtone, hm

Big dick, King Kong
Take her to the crib then I put the whole team on, hm

I just got some cash on the flip shit
Bought your bitch some time so she's playing for the Patriots, hm

Always first, never second, I'm a god, in the heavens
When I die I'm a legend on my Drake shit, hm

Pull up on yo block with a banana clip
If a nigga lacking I'ma turn him to banana split, hm

I ch-ch–ch—chop shit
Body up in pieces, pick it up with some chopsticks, hm

Pull up to the scene with a fat bitch
And you know I'm finna eat her ass like some catfish, hm

I pull up like skirt
Peep out the window then I have to pop shit, hm

Like Herbo we kill shit
We gonna f*ck around crack your bitch like a base hit, hm

I could turn yo' bitch, my bitch, shorty outta hand?
F*ck around and Ray rice shit, hm

Channel 9 pronounced him dead
Laid him under bodies like a mattress on a bed, hm

Catch a nigga tryna to run
Shoot him in his side make him do the stanky leg, hm

If you lacking you dead
Faced shots, push ya eyeballs back to ya head, hm

Niggas think it's sweet till his blood shed
Now he not responds to nobody like his phone dead, hm

I ain't even going for his head
Chest shots leave him like he standing for the pledge, hm

Got a bad bitch in my bed
Watching Spongebob while she gives me fantastic head, hm

Got your girl in the backseat
Sweating like a athlete now she on top like a bunkbed, hm

Guns pointed at his head
Call his ass Ebola 'how a pussy nigga spread, hm

Four Niggas got the whole world doing it
Niggas teed up like a body on a crucifix, hm

Me and my squad we up in this bitch
Nigga talkin' shit we act a fool like Ludacris, hm

With your bitch make a movie clip
Slide in the crib and eat her ass like tuna fish, hm

I come through shooting shit
Bodies dropping, have the U-Haul come and move the shit, hm

Shooters going crazy like some lunatics
Uzi spit, fill a nigga up, his medulla split, who is this?

Nigga we not new to this, true to this
Passing hoes to my bros, we be alley-hooping shit

Running to the, running to the money, to the money, man (you know how we coming, man)
Running to the, running to the money, to the money, man (we be running man, to the money, man)
Running to the, running to the money, to the money, man (oh, hell no!)
(We take that shit out, take that shit out!)
Yo, bust your head, brick-head ass, boy

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