Songs to grapple to

I didn't make this. Credit to @ROZZDYLIAMS.

lyrics:


I am a lonely cynic
I have a secret jar and a secret cover
Because i dont want you to know whats in it
Let alone whats floating in it at the top
Convincing myself that sooner or later this has to stop
But i dont know what it is thought, anything helps
Cuz one day it decided to sneak its way in and fuck up everything else
Let it be felt
The only reason i love winter is cuz everything freezes to death and then everything melts
I love it because its circular, mainly
I love the image of a dead crow, surrounded by a circle of daisies
Thought process is hazy, but it comes out so clear, im crazy
You can say thank you to the people that raised me
Props to the middle state
I outlined my entire life on a grey page and remembered to leave the middle blank
And before I get aroused to spit
I wander around the crib
And polar fleece night gowns and wigs
I am a clown pig
Drown kids in brown shit
Then keep the body pieces in jars without lids
Im down for the shit till im out this
And when ill leave im like "Who's coming with me"
No choice, the crowd is
Because i count bullets and you count tips
On stage with a hallowed out goat skull for where the crown is
My goal is to make everyone who came out sick with imagery that triggers a full body dry heave without spit
Lock you all in here then douse this
Venue in starter , and make it go up in flames like LA houses
With no social prowess
At the funeral wake like
"I need something from the basement that I can dip the prouts in
Torching herbs
Who rather watch the red rubberball bounce on the bottom of the screen and ignore the words
Im hardcore berserk
Sex, money and murder
The first two are cool, but lately i go for the third
This is the only thing that'll calm my nerves
And it also happens that when I rhyme
It can conjure up swarms of birds
I take ten hour dirt naps nightly
Revive myself and shake off
Because the floor is dirt

Lincoln

Dylan Ross - Goat Skull

I didn't make this. Credit to @ROZZDYLIAMS.


Tracks to Mundo, digging through the wax of Mundo[?]
A lot of people say shit but I'd rather flap my gums though
With enough bass to make the speakers shake and rumble
The Earth crumbles and only I emerge from the rubble
With a fowl loader[?] and mad 5 o'clock stubble
I been in my bubble just watching my stacks of money double
I'm causing trouble, you sticking in[?] Ohio and I still do
Still kicking my same dirty mildew

Mellowed out jazz for the road trip steazy
Shit to make the road trip easy, enjoy the EP
I self-released it 'cause no label wants to release me
Shit's too easy, too cheesy, too beneath me
I don't even make music anymore
I just write an audio diary and get paid for it
I could flood the Earth five times over and stay dry
Alone in the isle whenever I'm brainstorming, uh

I hate Christians, hate Jews, hate Mormons, hate touring, hate Erica, hate Georgia, and... hate Lauren
Actually nah, I'm already moving on because hate's boring
I'm the beat maker, if other cat's got beats I'll be the beat breaker, independent heat maker
Flexing on this MP[?], I'm a damn champ
You couldn't even get on my level with a damn ramp
I keep the sample damp, I like the groove muddy
Shouts to funk friends, they cipher[?] my groove buddies
Do a unit study, try to capture me in my rare form for a few minutes before I'm airborne
Off to the sea [?] to collect a bill whatever cheddar to piss away before I even return
Rappers get burnt when the spatulas get turned
And about to make you motherfuckers relearn

The how's and why's the rejections
The shouts and cries, the answers to the questions
The reasons you feel worthlessness
I'm not even an MC anymore, I'm a subjective journalist

First person, profane, Gonzo
I'm not a player I'm the whole game, console
I'm not a lost soul
Shit I'm just one of denial
Stuck at the crossroads, and I just want to walk home

I am the one next snapper to these dubstep rappers that wear Alife, going about their gay life
Most of them are gay right?
If you're a player I'm the playwright
Say what you may, but everything I say tight
This is midnight, lace laced tight for late nights of cutting through the tension with a steak knife

In the air, if you care
You'd know I don't keep the skeletons in the closet
Their in the stairs
And my opinions are not in the stairs at all
But then again, if I cared at all then I'd probably bear it all
My body is a weapon and I craft bullets of regret and regression
So if you move, I shoot you full of them

Dylan Ross - Whole Game

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Dylan Ross - Ultramags

Dylan Ross - Logs

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lyrics:

Reporting live from a murky lagoon
With feelings of animosity and embarrassment
Feeling ashamed and angry and the above mentioned multiplied


I will make shit happen
I will make shit work
I will do all that
I have do even if its doing dirt
Cause i spend to much time to sit around and feel hurt
And its too precious to only sit around and feel worse
But like most people
I can't ignore it
Can't control it
But if i can afford it
Than i would roll it
Holla if you hold it
I got more secrets than Jeffrey Dauhmer and
The series of events that happened right before the death of Laura Palmer
Romantic somber when I sauntered with a collection of transgressions
That weigh me down cause its monstrous
You want a longer list
Then i can jot it down and
Drop it down with any other confession from out the rotted crown
Of me
And I am haunted by the sound of bees
And jealous of how they sting
Their way to anywhere they need to be
Honey please, I got the fuel it takes to burn the house of leaves
And when I'm done
(Go take a jump off a cliff)


Go take a jump off a cliff (x3)
Way down there and I'll meet you at the bottom somewhere


I say whats on my mind and if there's nothing on it
I will fill the void and continue to complain like a little boy
Because i never grew up but always had to deal with this
Asperger's and ADD shit I'm just being real with this
I'm real vicious on any naysayers who oppose
And wear woman's clothes
And just seem to get gayer with the flows
But i write shit with precise quickness
I'm on that slight dimwit idiot savant rapper type shiznit
So I don't like to go outside much
I like dimness
But I'm out at 3 to make the yip flip like gymnasts
I open up all the cupboards in the house
And yell at the top of my lungs for the Indians to get out
That I woke up choked up
Teared up
Toked up
And my tear ducts were swolled up with old dust I post up
Geared up
No love
And honestly I never caught the drift
(I'll take a jump off a cliff)


Go take a jump off a cliff (x3)
Way down there and I'll meet you at the bottom somewhere

Dylan Ross - Jump Off A Cliff

I didn't make this. Credit to @ROZZDYLIAMS.


Prepare for the heavenly bar lord
And my fingers always smell like 70's cardboard
Allow me to open up the barn door
Piss on rappamet
I deface I've been on that
I had alotta shit happen in the past couple months
But you could take my mind off it if that ass double plump
No country bump
Just cruise for the primary color sport Walkman that you primarily sport often
The most wanted big wig digging some diggable digs with a
Sampler
Nicknamed a wig splitter
The big shitter addicted to Twitter
Shouting out, letting ya'll know I'm back in my groove just lounging out
Unbeknownst to the clowns with the rubber noses
Try to smell my shit and wined up smelling the roses
And I'm Branville bound dog, fucking posers
I'ma splatter this onion shutnee under samosas


I rock the fruit hat, Carmen Miranda Wig
Attracting fruit bats, scheming on my twig and figs [x4]


Hate me or hate on my team
But I'm vegan so I don't mess around with beef I go straight for the green
I say what I mean and mean what I say
I believe I'm the greatest
And if you don't believe it, believe what you may
I'm the bizarre writer
Spark igniter
All nighter
House of O'Haire country club cigar lighter
My method is only of the utmost elements
Definitely heavy scent
Sweet Lap is irrelevant to my interests
That's what I'm about building
Someone stacks that like the waist size of one of the overweight children
But I was one of those though
Solo Dolo
I don't sell shit cause I could never afford the promo
I don't stack the odds against me
But the one who does also knows the reason everybody started to detest me
And when it starts to depress me
Click the testes, Chocolate Claire signing off
Dylan Gretzky

Dylan Ross - Fruit Hat

I didn't make this. Credit to @ROZZDYLIAMS.

lyrics:

Day trippin’
Stay spittin’ great with the pen
But even greater when he plays with it and makes it his friend
I never play pretend
The only thing I like about money
Other than the funny smell is the way that it spends
Never equal to or lesser only greater than
The sharpest thing since the invention of the razor’s edge
And I usually take an 8 to bed but on the universal rate of what’s considered 8 you’d probably rate a 10
Rewind and play again
The rhyming is trippy
I’ll probably rap till I’m 80 but die when I’m 60
Come back and appear in the mirror like “Hi, did you miss me?”
Sorry how I got excessively high when I was 50
Started drinking 40’s again when I was 40
And Inherited an accordion and started recording it
Insubordinate
Smack the Earth out of orbit
I can say anything I want and never get bored with it


Lord willing
More killing
Gore spilling
Poor villain
Only labels himself as such till he gets more millions
More skrillian
The brown bag
No face hand puppet slipping over and use it to grab duckets
Grab as many as you need, bad trouble
Mastering
Faster then grasshoppers try to snatch pebbles
Focused, Channel it
When I’m channeling
Fuck clumps of shag carpet and wood paneling
Suave movements to gain attention
Flowing out the jar like the receptacle that your brain is kept in
Phony ass rappers don’t understand that a mic in your hand
Isn’t shit if marketing skills aren’t in the other hand
In my case, I’m great so I’m irate
Therefore, packing a needle for any balloon mind state
Rhyme great with divine pace
The only thing that I can guarantee is dopeness cause life ain’t


Yeah
Ya know new shit for 2011
I’m just gonna give you something to work with until the next one drops
Diver Mask bitchh

Dylan Ross - Just Ask

I didn't make this. Credit to @ROZZDYLIAMS.

lyrics:

I don’t sigh or yelp
But alotta this shit seems to come off as just another misdirected cry for help
Because I’d rather be by myself
Self-sufficient and able [?]
With money stacked on the coffee table
And I’m awfully hateful
Mentally almost disabled
Manic depressive emotions unstable
Brain dead body ungrateful
You can’t put a price on the skill but that doesn’t mean that I’m un-payable
The big knot curator
Fuck saving but I prefer to pay em’ cash as to remain untraceable
I will erase a fool with C-4
And use his body parts to decorate the sea floor
Most rappers are seen before and are never seen before the show out of fear of getting exposed anally
But I mean look at me in this
I’m barely getting by
But I would rather live a shitty life than live a lie


Fuck being happy
I’d rather get down with a frown [x4]
Crust!


Sometimes when I get smoked
I think about putting my head in the stove
Or [?] with bent spokes
Or self strangulation with hemp rope
If I wasn’t at the end of it
I’d probably lube it up and use the rest of it
I wanna set the bed on fire and lie
It’s like I’m always filled with sadness
But I’m always too tired to cry
I contemplate my whole life when I’m high
And wonder what I’ve could a done to get his cause it’s nicer than mine
When I was young shit was priceless
Nice as pie, Divine
But along the way it’s like the fire died
Or something didn’t so I’d grin at death
If I only had a minute left
I’d probably waste it on a cigarette
You’ll never catch me with liquor breath
Cause if I kept drinking
I’d probably wake up and not have a liver left
I’d rather sit at this little desk
Then scissor step around all the possibly reasons that it ain’t different yet



Dylan Ross
Volunteerz
2011, Lincoln
Fucking limited edition shit
To tie you over till the next one

Dylan Ross - The Frown

I didn't make this. Credit to @ROZZDYLIAMS.

Lyrics:

Sometimes I just sit and think
About how good it is to let the dishes stack up in the kitchen sink
Sponge in hand I’ll let the water run
Soap blender
Break dish and break another one
You like my records here’s another one
See I got a long list of long plays and now it’s a longer one
Hard working when I’m up late
On the midnight ramble tip finding a sample to truncate
I like to keep the tracks in a rough state and let the gristle throb like 20 Jazz Funk Greats
And as far as this shit
I got enough tapes in if you wanna beat I got one if you got enough papes
Matter of fact I got three or four, five six
And I’m all up in the mix of the [?] sort
And I’m the main mayne from Maine to the Pacific Shore
Shit if you don’t love to rip it what you rippin’ for


Smoke
Dank
Ink
Think
Tank


My mic sound nice but my beat nicer
I got heat like the heat miser
I’m an elite writer
And if the shit could ever be tighter
Then it would probably be a felony to touch it you pedophiler
But I’m a sceno piler, beat maker
I do my own shit
I’m not trying to be a scene saver
Put my name in 3D like a screensaver
Green laser major with the 1993 pager
Connected to the hip and it be going off
When I’m going off
It’s on every emcee producer that’s flowing soft
Cause I’m never not going harder
I'ma throw it larger
Critics say that I’m so bizarre
(Well, you are)
Big ears, Light skin
I’m the rapper guy and the only emcee I feel is me and even that’s a lie
But now that my manic period is over
I gotta start from scratch and re-learn the same shit as I get older

Dylan Ross - Dank Ink

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