Rozz Dyliams - Thinking About Your Death lyrics

Woke up early Saturday morning
Cellular phone was ringing, no it wasn't
I was buzzin' off the function
Yesterday that I partook in
All of a sudden I'm outside
Showered and dressed and ready to ride
On anyone who ever tried the man who
Skin em' alive and take they hides
Step inside the barn of the naked enemies
Who cross my path of life
Don't pass the knife, I won't pass it back
I'ma keep that shit cradled up
Right by my side fuck the conformity
Dylan is sicker than syphilis inside a
Ten-year-old girl with a facial deformity
Told that she's going to Disneyland but
Instead left in the wilderness
With her four-year-old little brother
Right behind her asking
When the parents'll come back and find them
That's real wicked shit from the mind
Of a psychotic serial interior designer
Designing the walls with guts of sluts
That I lost interest in
And fairweather friends and
Businessmen who deliberately
Manually sent me spam
Creeping like the way a maggot crawl
Getting busy with the Son of Sam law
I don't take a date out to see a band
I take her out back to see a bandsaw
Dylan cut the meat up and I put
It in a bag and put
It in a hidden shed on the
Property in the back y'all
Fuckin' with the killa gonna get you
Done up in a minute in a way that you can't
Even comprehend or grasp on

You will pay pay

Ever since it happened
You can't even stand to be alone
Show us on the doll where he
Touched your mans with the tone
He pointed at the head then started to
Break down cause man's brains got blown
Bad man Rozz in the danger zone when I'm
Angry you bitches ain't safe no more
I don't give a fuck about a thing I'm bout to
Splatter everything up in my
Vision make me chicken got me clicking
Got me on a murder mission
Got me stuck on Murder Avenue like Bushwick
In 93' and I'm racking hella revenue
Really Rozzy run up on them and
Rowin' em then buck on them
I'm coming so hyper that you would
Think I was on Funkytown
I'm swingin like a pagan juggalo
That got some mental problems
Can't nobody fuck with Dylan Ross
Just like a sewed-up vagina
I'ma find ya if I really wanna kill ya
I'ma fill another shallow grave, pop
Bitches hella way hot
Tie you all to stakes and
Then treat every individual
Member of the family like
A motherfucking baseball
If you got a problem with the
Man who make the rain fall
Take the meat up out the freezer
Baby let the steak thaw
Got infection all up in my head
I'm just a sorry sack of shit who never
Understood what love is so I hate y'all
Hatred is a virtue of a lonely person
What I'm learning as I'm getting older
But I'm happy I can hate yall
Said that I would never go back to the CASTLE
OF DEPRESSION so I built a brand new castle
Can't nobody break the walls
Hanging out, in the dark, grindin' my
Teeth, so damn hard, thinkin' about
People just bein' alive
Don't get me started
I don't wanna live no more
Contemplation of the masturbation of the
Barrel of the 44