Na$ty Matt X Dylan Ross – Platinum

Rozz Dyliams - Murican Banstan

17. Half A Headstone

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.

Dylan Ross - Ultramags

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

Intro

dl - https://bit.ly/2V5JYXb | Prod. The Catalyst

https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams - https://soundcloud.com/cainthecatalyst

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I'm smashing faces
When I make you catch a hot one
And in never catching cases I'll probably say I don't got one
I got guns
But only one that I like to use
A 19 metal boast
That bitch ass like wife abuse
I don't like to lose
I never bought into the propaganda of Nike Shoes
I got enough power
I could even get Christ to move
From off the cross
And then proceed to start a fight with you
Control the mind of God
I find it odd that I don't find it odd that bitches find me odd
If you try to rap but you can't, you better find a job
Shit I'm on mine
And been on it a long time
Rappers say they put themselves on, but it's only online
And most can't even rhyme, on time
I'm strictly vegan, but I would rather have beef than dine on swine
So I'm just making up for lost time
The only reason I can kick one for your mine is cause I lost mine

Do you owe me my props?
Course you do, course you do
Do you owe me my props?
Of course you do, of course you do
Do you owe me my props?
Of course you do, of course you do
Do you owe me my props?, of course you fucking do!

No hands like Kane 
And I still got it 
I got Lorana Bobbit on coke 
I cut it up and toss it 
With a gun on the dash 
Gun and a mask 
With rappers in itchy to kill her 
I always got one on my back 
I have come to attack 
Any motherfucker from the front to the back 
Who thinks he's nice 
Will get fucked in the ass 
With a wost off dumped off in the trash 
You wanna go toe to toe 
Let's see how long you motherfuckers will last 
Handzum boys what in destined to rep 
I'm down to crucify any rapper that walks with a feminine step 
Showing up to shows in a bitchy mood 
Tripping on sets 
But when it's your time to rhyme you wind up tripping instead 
I can't be the one to fill em with lead 
And spill enough blood 
Out to fill a river bed 
Il let the crown kill him instead 
Your 87' and you don't know Alf 
Fuck Oprah, the only stepping that I've ever been down with is Ralph 

Do you owe me my props?
Course you do, course you do
Do you owe me my props?
Of course you do, of course you do
Do you owe me my props?
Of course you do, of course you do
Do you owe me my props?, of course you fucking do!
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Drip Day Afternoon

Do You Owe Me My Props

Dylan Ross - Do You Owe Me My Props

What is asserted gratuitously may be denied gratuitously

Dylan Ross - Fruit Hat

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