Rozz Dyliams

Thinking About Your Death
Woke up early Saturday morning cellular phone was ringing No it wasn't I was buzzin' off the function yesterday that I partook in All of a sudden I'm outside Showered and dressed and ready to ride On anyone who ever tried the man who skin em' alive and take they hides Step inside the barn of the naked enemies who cross my path of life Don't pass the knife I won't pass it back Ima keep that shit cradled up right by my side Fuck the conformity Dylan is sicker than syphilis inside a ten year old with a facial deformity told that she's going to disneyland but instead left in the wilderness With her four year old little brother right behind her asking when the parents will come back and find them This real wicked shit from the mind of a psychotic serial interior designer Designing the walls with guts of sluts that I lost interest in And fairweather friends and businessmen who deliberately manually sent me spam Creeping like the way a maggot crawl Getting busy with the son of sam law I don't take a day out to see a band I take her out back to see a bandsaw Dylan cut the meat up and I put it in a bag and put it in a hidden shadow in the property in the back y'all Fuckin' with the killa gonna get you down up in a minute ain't no way that you can even comprehend or grasp on (ahhhh you will pay.....pay) Every since it happened you can't even stand to be alone Show us on the doll where he touched your mans with the tony Pointed at the head then started to break down cause mans brains got blown Letras de cancionesBad man Rozz in the danger zone when I'm angry you bitches ain't safe no more I don't give a fuck about a thing I'm bout to split her everything up in my vision make me chicken Got me clicking Got me on a murder mission Got me stuck on murder avaenue like Bushwick in 93' and I'm raking rella revenue Really Rozzy run up on them and rowin' em then buck on them I'm coming so hyper that you would think I was on Funkytown Swinging like a pagan juggalo that got some mental problems can't nobody fuck with Dylan Ross just like [?] vagina I'ma find ya if I really wanna kill ya If you got a problem with a man who make the rain fall Take the meat up out the freezer baby let the steak thaw I'm just a sorry sack of shit who never learned what love was so I hate y'all Hanging out in the dark In the barrel of the .44 From Letras Mania