Rozz Dyliams - Zagmaster lyrics

I’m focused on my grip feed the cat the nip
Got another kind of gripper if
A buster try to trip white out packet ripped
Kinda bout the zip
It’s the man from the ross
Plan I’m about to flip and I’m sliding with
A-hole bible love that shit
With mystic pages with prophecys
Soaked inside of it
Claiming that down is something I
Don’t like one bit
If you bout you bout it if not
You bout it like a bitch
You wanna life like this
My stables tight and thick
And all I really had to do
Is click and like her pic
But, I don’t like that trick
No I don’t like that ho
She gets Willi Ninja’d out the door
And then I strike a pose
The divine mother of the house of drip
Coming thru and with the nine I vogue
I’m cold enough to send a shiver
Thru your spine and toes forever I’m alone
I will die alone
On the other line of phone all
You hear is dial tone
Let me rot on a mountain
Comprised of ice and snow
Coming out the hardest with my
Verse inscribed in stone
Behind the castle doors locked
Tight inside my home smothered in barow
As I sleep with eyes wide closed
You will never understand but you
Would like to know
How to realign your soul and
Have a heart like icicle chopping
Bucking zaggin' out the coffin
All about a dollar over you
Stupid funky hoes so often