Rozz Dyliams - Belly Up lyrics

Dylan Zachariah Ross born January 14th
1991 now ordained high priest and master of
All things magic both white and
Black highly revered among
Many circles dealing
With the occult as both the
Poet loriat of the underworld and the leading
Most innovative esoteric beautician
During his
21 year involvement in the ancestral arts
He's only given this statement

I'm still practicing highlander
Scottish witchcraft
As I gracefully trace a spell with my finger
Upon the curvature of a bitch's back
I write a verse until my wrist
Snap and get faded until I
Fade to pitch black and wakе
Myself up in mid laugh
The son of a butcher with
A pеrmanent pig mask
I keep this shit more underground than
Where the missing kids at
In the backyard I'll leak bundle
Coke brick stack a stairway to the stars and
Continue to grip axe
I'm not a positive rap herb
You wanna get distracted from reality
Go listen to Syntax
You wanna see it follow me and
We can lick tabs and
I'll show you how to make
A beautiful scene get bad
Head still spinnin' like a vest
Tax from the high and
Take a last year what some
Might consider a mishap
Or a bad decision but those who
View it as such it's
Safe to say only go through
Life bearing restricted vision

It's time for me to get the
Hell up and whip another spell
Up to leave anyone in my
Path of destruction Belly Up
I'm bout to get the hell up
And whip another spell up
To leave anyone in my path
Of destruction Belly Up
Ayo, It's time for me to get
The hell up and whip another
Spell up to leave anyone in my
Path of destruction Belly Up
I'm bout to get the hell up and leave
Anyone in my path of destruction fucked

Head in the cloak and I'm up in smoke
Muscle deteriorated from all the shit I used
To do when I wasn't as broke
Intentionally distraught to bring on
Erotic visions of
Homicide through esoteric methods
I was taught taking a flight to Milan it
Will suffice to sacrifice a
Leggy blonde and dispose of her
In the nearest pond
The type of fear I'm on is the
Deepest drug I've encountered if I
Had a million pounds of it I'd
Be less of a monster
I keep the altar right beside the
Bed to make an offering
Cause everyday is a day that
I start life again
I'm feeling kind of like the rhyming dead
I'm about as depressed as I was when
I made Lincoln but times a 10
But, I can always come up with
A justification of a woman
Stuffed in a trunk after being
Snuffed in the basement
Evil my aim is the rest is just logistics
My bloodline consists of
Ancient Aryan mystics

It's time for me to get the
Hell up and whip another spell
Up to leave anyone in my
Path of destruction Belly Up
I'm bout to get the hell up
And whip another spell up
To leave anyone in my path
Of destruction Belly Up
Ayo, It's time for me to get
The hell up and whip another
Spell up to leave anyone in my
Path of destruction Belly Up
I'm bout to get the hell up and leave
Anyone in my path of destruction fucked