Rozz Dyliams, Purp Dogg - Woe To The Goldmaker lyrics

Booming words from hell
Booming dope, Dylan will prevail
Hit man, ice man
Beating down the block like hail
I don't give a fuck about a
Thing except to get the mail
Came from Comet Hale
'Bout to set up shop, your bitch is stale
Brian's lying, do not pump her
She gon' give you bumps like braille
Dylan don't forgive, I'm living unforgiven
Cut like Zales it's 1: 45 and shit is
Shutting down around the hill
Hello to the yellowbone that's
Sitting on my telephone
With long pretty hair like Crystal Gayle

Woe woe
Woe woe, woe to the Goldmaker
Woe (Woe, woe, woe) woe (Woe, woe, woe)
Woe (Woe, woe, woe)
Woe, woe to the Goldmaker

Bank a dang, dilly mane
Gon' keep it whipping like marang
I’m popping like a seal up in my city
Can you feel the pain?
Lames think they doing what I’m doing
But it's not the same
I've been working heavy, jumping levels
Coming down like rain got a two track mind
It's either sex or magic on my brain
Morals, I got dogma
Dogging sloors who whore themselves for fame
Predicate is shitting on 'em as I
Get to what I aim you can die in vain
That ain't the knowledge that I'm tryna gain
Can you hear the seer? Loud and clear
Now listen to the sage
I’ve been pimpin since the 1400's
Do you know my name?
Working tools are what I use to
Keep it going and maintain
I respect 'em, don’t neglect 'em
To ensure they never break

Stupid dumb idiot needs to
Delete the shit below

I'm popping like the

Lames think they doing what I'm doing
But it ain't the same

Morals I got dogma

As I get to what I aim

You can die in vain

Can you hear the seer

I've been pimping since the 1400s