Rozz Dyliams - Shovels lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams - Shovels lyrics]
First I rise up out of the coffin
Make some coffee then I start my day
Smoking weed and busting raps and
Making beats and getting paid
Shipping these orders out like crack
And cracking busters in the face
Fuck you stupid bitches
Theres no bitch up in my DNA
You can hear this oldschool wickedshit
From like eight blocks away
Swerving through the city in a hearse
Up to the spot you stay
When you come out Ima dumb out
Get my axe and chop away
Split you into sections
Destined to a disrespectful grave
Take your body parts out to a field
And let you rot in peace
Flies get to buzzing in my head
When I even think about the rotten meat
I stop before I leave
I take my time arranging your remains
Into a secret sacred circle, piece by piece
Ever since I could remember
I wanted to dismember
Everyone who even ever made
Me question their intentions
Depression ain't shit when you got
Voices in your head
That tell you to rip your intestines out
And throw em over a bridge, next
That happened to me in real life, Dylan Ross
I really live this wickedshit
It make no sense to me
If it only stem from fiction
I don't fit any description
Motherfuck your G-O-D, I worship me
And Im on a mission with my own religion
I am the higher power, father final hour
He who worship the self
Preservation of Lila Fowler
Yeah, Im high as fuck this valley isnt sweet
All this milk is rotten
And the honey is sour dylan keep it living
Murder rapping so extensive
Most offensive methods of dissection
That I cannot mention
I don't give a fuck about a thing
If it don't give me presidents
Watch, as I mutilate the minds
Of these religious idiots
I come equipped with the shovels
To be diggin yo grave
Make some coffee then I start my day
Smoking weed and busting raps and
Making beats and getting paid
Shipping these orders out like crack
And cracking busters in the face
Fuck you stupid bitches
Theres no bitch up in my DNA
You can hear this oldschool wickedshit
From like eight blocks away
Swerving through the city in a hearse
Up to the spot you stay
When you come out Ima dumb out
Get my axe and chop away
Split you into sections
Destined to a disrespectful grave
Take your body parts out to a field
And let you rot in peace
Flies get to buzzing in my head
When I even think about the rotten meat
I stop before I leave
I take my time arranging your remains
Into a secret sacred circle, piece by piece
Ever since I could remember
I wanted to dismember
Everyone who even ever made
Me question their intentions
Depression ain't shit when you got
Voices in your head
That tell you to rip your intestines out
And throw em over a bridge, next
That happened to me in real life, Dylan Ross
I really live this wickedshit
It make no sense to me
If it only stem from fiction
I don't fit any description
Motherfuck your G-O-D, I worship me
And Im on a mission with my own religion
I am the higher power, father final hour
He who worship the self
Preservation of Lila Fowler
Yeah, Im high as fuck this valley isnt sweet
All this milk is rotten
And the honey is sour dylan keep it living
Murder rapping so extensive
Most offensive methods of dissection
That I cannot mention
I don't give a fuck about a thing
If it don't give me presidents
Watch, as I mutilate the minds
Of these religious idiots
I come equipped with the shovels
To be diggin yo grave