Rozz Dyliams - KGP lyrics

Dylan bout to make a stand
Dylan do not give a damn
Creepin' up out the darkness
Stalkin' walking with the weapon in the hand
Killer run up at the door
To spray bitches through the door
Kill you when I see you
Then I take you to your funeral
Aim it then I let it go
The blood is drippin' head to toe
I'm watching like a sentinel until
I gotta let em' know
BOSS ROZZ GAUZE medical
Wrap you in a sheet and then I
Go and hit the liquor store
I don't get no motherfucking alcohol
So I'm just getting snacks
I got some bodies in the
Back and I'm a cannibal
The reason for the season is to burn
Them and to burn them slow
Then getting back to my busyness
I'm busy with the murder journal
I'm flipping on the burner phone
I always got a burning junt
And I just want to kill you with the hatred
Wanna hurt you hoe
I'm bout to get your bitch a front
Row ticket to the murder show
I'm bout to murder everything up in
My path and then I go

Yes I worship evil shit
Chopped angels in my freezer bitch
Knock you down with hollow tips that
Won't send you to Jesus bitch
Ain't no heaven
Ain't to restitution for my evilness
The game done did me wrong like Gangsta Pat
Now you gon' realize this
Deadly verses droppin' out the
Sky like the apocalypse
Mega ballin' ten toes down and
Never falling off my shit
R-O-Z-Z come and see me
If you got a problem I won't hesitate
To click and point a tone and peel you bitch
Feel the shit breakin' down your system it's
The mystic shit
I'm coming down with 15's boomin' all
The way to hades pit