Rozz Dyliams - Guts lyrics

This dat 2 o' 6 shit, mane r O double Z
Seattle still commiting acts of surgery

Bring me the payroll back
I'm packing some that will break your back
I'm lacking stacks and I wanna satisfy
My hunger with my strap
Dylan got a feeling when I'm on it
Get up on a motherfucker
That I gotta straight eviscerate him
With a cap
Get em ready to get wrapped up in a black bag
Put the mask up
With the brain matter in his lap
Pap pap, you can't ignore me
Scorpy get it gory just like
What you know about a thuggish
Horror story of the underworld
You hoes is getting kidnapped
Bust you bitches in my city hate me
Green with envy when they see the Double
Z do everything they wish they could
But they don't get the game and can't
Avoid that all my shit slap
Imma get this, Imma get that
If I wanna, Imma get that
All I wanna get that
Sick satisfaction mashing out
After pushing a bitches wig back
With the a to the r to the keitzi
Or with the teensie weensie burner thing
Back to the grim murder scene
I'll put your block in a state of emergency
E-mergency von Frankenstein
Bodies on my 9 when it's drama time
With an evil grin I'm pouring out the gin
And then it's going down
Another murder rhyme
Negative thoughts like Volume 9
Looking like a killer what you gon' do?
The voices in my head are like a hundred
People trynna cram inside a
Fucking phone booth

Guts all over the ceiling
All over the floor all over
Everything guts
All over the walls all up in the sink
All up in the drain cloggin' it
Guts all over the ceiling
All over the floor all over
Everything guts
Guts

It was that 2 o' 6
Northwest killa sickness that
Left his guts and brains all over everything
I'm contemplating how to never
Leave a witness if you wanna a death
Dr dylan coming through to you
To fill up that prescription
Steady smoking fire, homicide for hire
Get away without a shred of
Evidence up on the scene getaway clean
Cut you from the neck down to the spleen
Step inside a primal urge of killing
Cuz it keep me up and going like amphetamine
Make 'em motherfuckers feel agony and
Pain with the thang
When I'll let it rang out, sang out
When I cave in and let my
Anger get the best of me
Can't avoid the void paranoid boy with the
Schizophrenic tendencies
All I wanna do is keep it true and do
The least I gotta do for stacking G's
Heavy case, no print, no face, no trace
No felonies i'm at the back do' quick
Grabbing on my dick
Thinkin' bout the damn forensic team
Player steady slippin'
Tripping off of the infection in my head
I'm steadily sippin' up outta
The bottle o' bambizzle
Thinkin' bout how I be making
Them rest in peace with an evil grin
Let my self in i even got my own set of keys
Just another bitch Imma feed to the maggots
And homicide is in my tendencies

Guts all over the ceiling
All over the floor all over
Everything guts
All over the walls all up in the sink
All up in the drain cloggin' it
Guts all over the ceiling
All over the floor all over
Everything guts
Guts