Rozz Dyliams - Grave Rot lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams - Grave Rot lyrics]
I got insane issues
Up inside my brain tissue
Bout to send a heat seeker to
Find you that can't miss you
Anybody try to protect you get the same issue
And they can't stitch you back
After dirty Dylane hit you
Splatter and split you to fit
You inside the chipper
Im turning you into food
For the caterpillars, you dumb bitch you
Can't nobody save you from the wrath of Dylan
Psychotic villian, dosia demon
Dreaming of keeping my pockets fillin
In my murder manor with chains
Hangin off my ceiling
Many a time they get the prize I left
But never caught the killer
Needed to lure em in somehow
So now you get the picture
Even bout to get a new furnace
To burn these bitches quicker
Nobody love you so I cremate you and
Get a bag and fill it up, and throw it out
Cause nobody coming to pick you up
I drop you on the judas cradle
Then you go to heaven
Just another spanish inquisition torture
Method murder victim
Knock you down on to the ground
And cut your head off then I fuck it
Fuck your brains out as I watch
Em fall into a plastic bucket
When I was young I got corrupted
Now I think that people can hear
Every thought that Im thinking
When I go out in public
If you don't fuck with me
Youre a stupid dumb idiot
That doesnt like anything that resonates
Or has any substance
So I gotta do something
Either by providing homicide
Or you not taking it anymore
And finally jumping
Just another worthless meatsack
Just another statistic
Scraped and scooped off of the sidewalk
With exposed intestines
I give you way less than a
Six foot hole to rest in
Turn this scene into a
Body decomposing session
Up inside my brain tissue
Bout to send a heat seeker to
Find you that can't miss you
Anybody try to protect you get the same issue
And they can't stitch you back
After dirty Dylane hit you
Splatter and split you to fit
You inside the chipper
Im turning you into food
For the caterpillars, you dumb bitch you
Can't nobody save you from the wrath of Dylan
Psychotic villian, dosia demon
Dreaming of keeping my pockets fillin
In my murder manor with chains
Hangin off my ceiling
Many a time they get the prize I left
But never caught the killer
Needed to lure em in somehow
So now you get the picture
Even bout to get a new furnace
To burn these bitches quicker
Nobody love you so I cremate you and
Get a bag and fill it up, and throw it out
Cause nobody coming to pick you up
I drop you on the judas cradle
Then you go to heaven
Just another spanish inquisition torture
Method murder victim
Knock you down on to the ground
And cut your head off then I fuck it
Fuck your brains out as I watch
Em fall into a plastic bucket
When I was young I got corrupted
Now I think that people can hear
Every thought that Im thinking
When I go out in public
If you don't fuck with me
Youre a stupid dumb idiot
That doesnt like anything that resonates
Or has any substance
So I gotta do something
Either by providing homicide
Or you not taking it anymore
And finally jumping
Just another worthless meatsack
Just another statistic
Scraped and scooped off of the sidewalk
With exposed intestines
I give you way less than a
Six foot hole to rest in
Turn this scene into a
Body decomposing session