Rozz Dyliams - The Blast Chamber lyrics

Face like a hound with
That wicked psycho sound
Goon stand down from the anger in my frown
A killer with a crooked jaw
You know I'm fuckin' down
Get off the corner before you get lights out
I don't need to kill ya I'll
Just let ya do it now
I'm from a different world you
Don't know shit about
You can try all that you want
You can try to pay your way in
But at the fucking day's end
All I do is count i look a little more like
Dracula the more I count
All you do is rack em' rack
All I do is rack out
It was always too risky to sell drugs cause
I wanted to have too much to lose
And so I had to choose a different route
It all comes with a price though cause
At the end of the night
I start hearing whispering going on
Inside of my house
And when I wake up it's a brand new day
I still manage anyway even if
The voices are loud
Living trapping bedlam is an
Issue but I'm riding
And I slide like 95 but I
Ain't ready yet to bounce
Killer from Lorain County seek you
Like a bounty hunter
But all I wanna do is to
Put you in the ground
Dyliams never finna die just
Like a wicked clown
No matter where I'm going
I'm still 4-4-0 bound you don't know shit
Get yo dome hit
I'll make it open like a lotus
And your brain will pop out
Whats the word now dylan is a mean man
I just wanna watch you fail and
Lose everything that you have
I'm stuck inside a world of
Mackin' and I'm feeling trapped
Cause there so much shit that I wish
I could unlearn but I can't
Now it's time to go back henwell and Brokaw
Get your neck broke off for
Fucking with my camp
No jive boy, Dylan goin' live boy
Roll up in the pro five and
Leave your pro clubs damp
Mind of the savage paper chasing money free
Who operate above the law because
The game is free you fucking with my cartel
You do more than pay as you go
Cause for the rest of your fucking life
You pay it up to me
But, I still kill ya anyway
No matter what you offer
Cause, I control your fate so
You disappear like Hoffa
Now we bout to pull a
Deadly stang unlike no other
Flashbacks of riding in the
Buick with my brother
I love the smell of rotting death
More than the smell of cash
I am the wicked shit I don't
Need no make-up for a mask
R O Double Z is synonymous with
The sounds of apocalypse ain't no
Way for me to be anonymous and
So it's time to blast

Welcome to the blast chamber
Trapped inside a life of anger
Momma should have used a hanger
So now I pose a deadly danger

Welcome to the blast chamber
Trapped inside a life of anger
Momma should have used a hanger
So now I pose a deadly danger