Rozz Dyliams - Surgica lyrics
[Rozz Dyliams - Surgica lyrics]
Dylan double pull up in a bubble
And I got a couple
Chains around my neck and they stay
Fightin' like a junkie couple
Bands on me I got a couple
Rozzy ready bout to rumble
Really Rozzy bout to go Duke
Nukem on a planet sucker
I just need that cash in my
Hands yeah I need that bundle
Stiff arm that bitch like Pat Rich
And then run that dumb hoe
When I put that money in my
Pants yeah I do that walk
Fuck with me and the outline of yo
Body will get drew with chalk drawn in
Sworn in i'm out west like the warden
Fuck with me and you will surely see
That ain't nobody here as morbid more bun
Top one nice one get sorted
Hollow drippin' dolo run up in your house and
Turn that shit into a gore film
Swang through like a hatchet
Rozzy really grip a ratchet
Let a little bitch have it
Run through it and tax it
Only spit the fucking crack shit like
Lil Ken from the half click
Lorrain Cuyahoga county line i'm a wild boar
I'm a savage
I'm savvin' out and I'm out here in
The emerald city and I been hoggin'
Hogging in the game and tearing up a lane
I line up all my enemies and hit the targets
I just wanna watch you bleed
And die and watch the guts inside your body
Splatter on the carpet
Momma knew when I was just a fetus in her
Belly when I grew up I would kill somebody
Bodies on my 9 as sure as I'm psychotic
13-81 I feel like Walter Tyler
13-81 I'm bout to get the funds
I'm bout to get the check
I'm bout to run it up i'm bout to fuck it up
I'm bout to tear it up and get the
Bands and put it in a Herschel duffle
Dylan get it bucker, bucking on a buster
I don't give a fuck and
Thats why y'all in trouble
All you do is talk and I ain't got the time
To pay attention cause I'm
All about the hustle
Hustle heavy moving weight like Schneider
Hit em' with the uh typewriter
Write em' off with a beam with the tube
With the stick with the uh sideswiper
God had made me then he made me look into
The mirror then I called
Myself the white biker
What's up Joan? Welcome to my Joanstown
I trap you in my cult and then I cyanide ya
I ain't on no silly satan worship
Shit I am the light bearer
I'm the goat writer
I'm the ghost with the most
I'ma turn your fucking ghostwriter
Into a ghost writer
I just wanna stack a couple bands away and
Sleep in Saturday and do the most Friday
Many different things I like to
Do but at the end
Of the day you know it's all foe profit
Ima get that money in my
Hands and get mo' money
Try me if you want but if you try me you gon'
Die cause if you try you
Try the whole squadron
Inner state skating nice the whole highway
I'm a capsize your whole boat sideways
Epiphania Epiphania please
Help me learn to deal with all this mania
My brain is all up in the clouds again
But still my body steady
Stuck on subterranean
Epiphania Epiphania please
Help me learn to deal with all this mania
My brain is all up in the clouds again
But still my body steady
Stuck on subterranean
And I got a couple
Chains around my neck and they stay
Fightin' like a junkie couple
Bands on me I got a couple
Rozzy ready bout to rumble
Really Rozzy bout to go Duke
Nukem on a planet sucker
I just need that cash in my
Hands yeah I need that bundle
Stiff arm that bitch like Pat Rich
And then run that dumb hoe
When I put that money in my
Pants yeah I do that walk
Fuck with me and the outline of yo
Body will get drew with chalk drawn in
Sworn in i'm out west like the warden
Fuck with me and you will surely see
That ain't nobody here as morbid more bun
Top one nice one get sorted
Hollow drippin' dolo run up in your house and
Turn that shit into a gore film
Swang through like a hatchet
Rozzy really grip a ratchet
Let a little bitch have it
Run through it and tax it
Only spit the fucking crack shit like
Lil Ken from the half click
Lorrain Cuyahoga county line i'm a wild boar
I'm a savage
I'm savvin' out and I'm out here in
The emerald city and I been hoggin'
Hogging in the game and tearing up a lane
I line up all my enemies and hit the targets
I just wanna watch you bleed
And die and watch the guts inside your body
Splatter on the carpet
Momma knew when I was just a fetus in her
Belly when I grew up I would kill somebody
Bodies on my 9 as sure as I'm psychotic
13-81 I feel like Walter Tyler
13-81 I'm bout to get the funds
I'm bout to get the check
I'm bout to run it up i'm bout to fuck it up
I'm bout to tear it up and get the
Bands and put it in a Herschel duffle
Dylan get it bucker, bucking on a buster
I don't give a fuck and
Thats why y'all in trouble
All you do is talk and I ain't got the time
To pay attention cause I'm
All about the hustle
Hustle heavy moving weight like Schneider
Hit em' with the uh typewriter
Write em' off with a beam with the tube
With the stick with the uh sideswiper
God had made me then he made me look into
The mirror then I called
Myself the white biker
What's up Joan? Welcome to my Joanstown
I trap you in my cult and then I cyanide ya
I ain't on no silly satan worship
Shit I am the light bearer
I'm the goat writer
I'm the ghost with the most
I'ma turn your fucking ghostwriter
Into a ghost writer
I just wanna stack a couple bands away and
Sleep in Saturday and do the most Friday
Many different things I like to
Do but at the end
Of the day you know it's all foe profit
Ima get that money in my
Hands and get mo' money
Try me if you want but if you try me you gon'
Die cause if you try you
Try the whole squadron
Inner state skating nice the whole highway
I'm a capsize your whole boat sideways
Epiphania Epiphania please
Help me learn to deal with all this mania
My brain is all up in the clouds again
But still my body steady
Stuck on subterranean
Epiphania Epiphania please
Help me learn to deal with all this mania
My brain is all up in the clouds again
But still my body steady
Stuck on subterranean