The Holly Grail

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DYLAN ROSS - LINCOLN (2011)

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Dylan Ross - Real Heartache

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Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kyOrSMRxmx0

Dylan Ross - God Of Moisture VIDEO LINK IN DESCRIPTION

Rozz Dyliams - Radio Free Roscoe

Rozz Dyliams - Agony

Pro. Dylan Ross

Lyrics:
First I rise up out of the coffin, make some coffe then I start my day
Smoking weed and busting raps and making beats and getting paid
Shipping these orders out like crack, and cracking busters in the face
Fuck you stupid bitches, theres no bitch up in my DNA
You can hear this oldschool wickedshit from like eight blocks away
Swerving through the city in a hearse, up to the spot you stay
When you come out Ima dumb out, get my axe and chop away
Split you into sections, destined to a disrespectful grave
Take your body parts out to a field and let you rot in piece
Flies get to buzzing in my head, when I even think about the rotten meat
I stop before I leave
I take my time arranging your remains into a secret sacred circle, piece by piece
Ever since I could remember, I wanted to dismember
Anyone who even ever made me question their intentions
Depression aint shit when you got voices in your head
That tell you to rip your intestines out, and throw em over a bridge, next
That happened to me in real life, Dylan Ross, I really live this wickedshit
It make no sense to me, if it only stem from fiction
I dont fit any description
Motherfuck your G-O-D, I worship me, and Im on a mission with my own religion
I am the higher power, father final hour
He who worship the self preservation of Lila Fowler
Yeah, Im high as fuck
This valley isnt sweet
All this milk is rotten, and the honey is sour
Dylan keep it living, murder rapping so extensive
Most offensive methods of dissection that I cannot mention
I dont give a fuck about a thing if it dont give me presidents
watch, as I mutilate the minds of these religions idiots

I come equipped with the shovels to be diggin yo grave

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Shovels

Pro. Dylan Ross

Lyrics:
I heard somebody say they want the wickedshit
Put your bitches hand in a blender and flip the switch
Dylan killin any idiot on sight
If they even so much as have the potential to even look suspicious
Come around here, and youll probably be safe
But if Im outside, you get juxed in seconds
Catch you at an intersection, pull the plug and make you lose connection
Leave you severed, disemboweled, and dismembered
Yeah, the killing spree never stops
In the dark, as I grit my teeth, thinking about cops
And all the wrongdoings of the law
Piggies get molested infront of they families, with a chainsaw
Smash your bass and dick with a hammer til you go into shock
And then I shockingly detach your brain and skull
Young knuckle up, young the world is mine, and I dont give a fuck
About anything, but the buck buck

Theres an unexpected house guest, all up in your house now
Reloading, and now Im finna rinse it out
Let the adrenaline pump
Feeling something like a black market human gland adrenaline bump
My hand gets my knife, and my brain tells my hand
Its societies fault, go machete em up
The world keeps spinning, it just does what it does
I put the bloody chunks of human meat in the freezer
Just because

Im a house guest
Yeah
Im unexpected

R-O double bloodhound dogface, covered in maggots
Coming to kill ya, soon as I get ut this crawlspace
Im about to give all yall a taste
Of a psychopathic tendency haver, that have a lot at stake
Fucking with me, catch a sawblade to the head
Then you get left for dead, with litres of blood coming out your face
With much frustration, you cant pinpoint the location
Of the vacation house on the lake

Theres an unexpected house guest, all up in your house now
Reloading, and now Im finna rinse it out
Let the adrenaline pump
Feeling something like a black market human gland adrenaline bump
My hand gets my knife, and my brain tells my hand
Its societies fault, go machete em up
The world keeps spinning, it just does what it does
I put the bloody chunks of human meat in the freezer
Just because

Im a house guest
Yeah
Im unexpected

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - House Guest

Pro. Dylan Ross

Lyrics:
Enter the mind of a serial killer, you dont understand the drama Dylan bringing
To anybody who think that they superior to the almighty high priest of the wicked shit
I got no boundaries or barriers, when I start sniffing your bitch ass out, just like a terrier
All I wanna do is bury you, deep in area 51, organic material
Rot underneath the hot sun of the desert, where noone will find you but I wont forget it
My violence is just a vehicle for my emotion to come out the way that I meant it
Divine executioner pushing this shit to the limits, extending the sentences
All aboard SS Inevitability, I will leave more victims than the Titanic did
If you ever saw me in person, you know I look more like a rabid pitbull than a human
Im booming this murderous energy deep in the brains of the stupid, Im using, controlling them
Holding them under my spell, its the wickedest this side of hell
All the confusion come from the other Dylan that reside and hide inside of myself
Its the sinister
Scorpius brain. Enter in my maze and you get lost for days.
If I see you, Ima leave you hacked up in a hundred ways
If you reach the end you see my surgery chamber, with all different kinds of devices
That leave you trapped in a world of immediate danger
Dangerous fool with a knack for serving out the punishment to enemies who make my temper flare
Until I cannot manage
Right before you die, I put a family portrait in your face
And watch as one-by-one, your family members start to vanish.

Scorpy

Buckin up in this bitch for the second installment of senseless slaughter
Brutally waltzing all over your body, first I split you open then embalm you
If you want a glimpse inside my mind, then baby, take a look
Through my window, you will find a torse swinging from a hook
Back and forth and to and fro as Dylan Dahmer downstairs cook
Puddles of brains and other things, and force feed you this cannibal mush
On the daily, aint no way that youd ever escape and walk
But if you did, I bet youd wait and pray to get hit by a truck
What the fuck
Its the undisputed kingpin of assault
I got Scorpius thoughts up in my brain, but maybe its not my fault
All I wanna do is kill ya, choke ya, smoke ya, like a blunt
Put my knife inside your neck and drag it down til it hit your guts
Pull em out with both my hands and stretch em out like rubberbands
And only leave behind some pieces for the roaches to inspect
When the butcherman say "Jump", everybody fucking jump
And when the butcherman get angry, everybody getting turned into ground chuck

Aw yeah
Once again
Straight up out the deep, dark depths
Of the motherfucking underground
Once again
And Im pulling all your programs
Im pulling all your files
All you inferior species across the galaxy

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Scorpy

Pro. Dylan Ross

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0a4ryE2VOc

Lyrics:
I got insane issues, up inside my brain tissue
Bout to send a heat seeker to find you that cant miss you
Anybody try to protect you get the same issue
And they cant stitch you back after dirty Dylane hit you
Splatter and split you to fit you inside the chipper
Im turning you into food for the caterpillars, you dumb bitch you
Cant nobody save you from the wrath of Dylan
Psychotic villian, dosia demon, dreaming of keeping my pockets fillin
In my murder manor with chains hangin off my ceiling
Many a time they get the prize I left, but never caught the killer
Needed to lure em in somehow, so now you get the picture
Even bout to get a new furnace to burn these bitches quicker
Nobody love you so I cremate you and get a bag and fill it up, and throw it out
Cause nobody coming to pick you up
I drop you on the judas cradle, then you go to heaven
Just another spanish inquisition torture method murder victim

Knock you down on to the ground, and cut your head off then I fuck it
Fuck your brains out as I watch em fall into a plastic bucket
When I was young I got corrupted
Now I think that people can hear every thought that Im thinking
When I go out in public
If you dont fuck with me youre a stupid dumb idiot
That doesnt like anything that resonates or has any substance
So I gotta do something, either by providing homicide
Or you not taking it anymore, and finally jumping
Just another worthless meatsack, just another statistic
Scraped and scooped off of the sidewalk, with exposed intestines
I give you way less than a six foot hole to rest in
Turn this scene into a body decomposing session

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Grave Rot VIDEO LINK IN DESCRIPTION

Produced by Keenanza & Slavery

Lyrics:
(Dylan)
When I was young I used to pull a par on my mom and my dad and my brother all before breakfast
Twice at least
Then I would go out to the backyard and pull a par on my dog and hold her down by the front paws and swipe her leash
I'm gettin paid . I gotta say
I done spent too much damn time on Sherman way
Talkin about that money get you blasted any day, gettin twisted as I listen to that adr lavey
Gangstas ride from side to side, but you know right where I stay
Comin up out the darkness of the cut to rise to the occasion
The butcherman about to go and do an operation
You don't wanna cross the path of this wicked ass Caucasian
Comin around my hood with flashy goods see what that hoe shit brought ya. Knock that brand new grill up out your mouth and finally get my brand new molar partial
While I'm young bitch . Bank account is negative but I just want it all like Joseph smith and Brigham young bitch
Get the fuck away from me hoe
Shayd with the forty five known for buckin these down and watchin em bleed slow
Get the fuck away from the madness underneath the mask at night, I ain't trick or treating but I'm still on your street though
I gotta make up. For lost time.
So I live life like the purge as soon as I wake up
I got the need to pull a par when I wake up . Life is like the Truman show and I'm bout to go, crazy as fuck
It's buy two get one so I took my coupon to extendos now I'm cashin out and zaggin out the door with racks of ammo
Dizzy rizzo used to flizzip izzout on that pizzo . Was it funkytown or just the diagnosis of a skitzo

(Chorus)
P - property
A - all for me
R - robbery
S - skertin off the scene
In a heavy Chevy with the steamer get away clean
Lay it down lay it lay it down
You know what I mean

(Shayd 479)
P.A.R.S you know them initials,
Bentonville muh fuckas calling us official
We on cloud 29 with these beats and these rhymes 
I'm feeling high as hell with nothing left on my mind. 
So deadly hold steady listen to our melody 
Burstin through ya system busta waking up the city
Can you handle it? Ho. Can you handle it? No. Yo ass just be standing there like a scarecrow.
Disposed so fresh, bitch you best not test. This krew has a charm that will lead you to posses. Just dance, this trance, pass out in a glance. Stare into my eyes, death has a romance. 
Yes I'll take your ho man, bless her with my yay span. Eat her like PAC man, yes I'm a madman. 
This is how we do it down hurr in the northwest, chopping, grinding, smoking everything till there's nothing left. 
Cloud hits my lungs my pupils dilate, time Dyliams & Shayd will set ya straight. Pull up to the scene, yeah I know what you mean, empty out the blasphemy we gotta away clean.

Chorus

Dyliams & Shayd will set ya straight
Pull up to the scene, pull up to the scene
Pull up

Henwell & Brokaw

Rozz Dyliams - Pars For Life (feat. Shayd 479)

Produced by Keenanza & Slavery

Lyrics:
Dylan why you care so much about polizia
Why you got so many weapons in your damn casa
Why you talk so much about medical doctors
Medical gauze rozz Wrappin up imposters
You need to learn to stay inside your fuckin lane hoe. I'm flamed up, Ya got me seein red like a norteno
Rojo rojo all I wanna see up on my walls. Coming up out the darkness once a year to roam the halls
-yeah its surgeryman , I hit the big time
Scissors in my pocket just to cut your life line
Get yourself in the wrong place , right time
Love to see a person dying crying while apologizing
you know I got it
R o double z Dyliams and I been about it ballin out and luminal swabbin
sprayin. I ain't playin bitch I'm super saiyan. I'm super pimpin pretty soon I'll be pimpin the nation
Like Debbie and daph-a-ne
I said you comin with me
Now I hit the mall w two fine hoes that look like avenue d
Takin no chance, gimme them bands
Put em up in my hand and watch me slide and glide across the flo and do my jughead dance
Thrashin around I see their ain't no exodus for me
R o double z , just a young g
Obsessed with torturing my enemies
Call me the pig father when I gather swine cut the throat and let em bleed
Let em bleed all out, thought you saw me ballin out in a century

Pig Father
Pig Father
Pig Father
Pig Father
(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Pig Father

Produced by Slavery

Lyrics:
(Dylan)
Showin out
What you know about
Ridin bumpin Womack when I'm goin out
When it's late at night and it's like your the only one out its better to be In a Prius on account of you turn off the motor sound
With your stupid ass fine ass bitch and its goin down
It's the castle out penetration til I throw it out
It is an it . It is an investment. It is a thing.
Til the puppetmaster decide that it's probably best to start clippin the strings
P to the I to the m to the muthafucka muthafuckin m p
Throwing holy water out a half moon clip to absolve motherfuckers of they envy
I learned early on most people would rather feel good than feel free
And there are two types of people in this world little chess pieces and me
- So I don't give a heck about a dang ol thang blood
People like me turn themselves into monsters cuz it feels good
Posted up like grim b in a place were its cold as fuck
Got my bitch killin mask on. Before I do it Ima pull the mask up

(Chorus)
Man we in trouble again
The boys they be on it again
I'm one step ahead of 'em watching 'em creeping around in that government van
They on it again
It feel like a hunned and 10
Looking up out of my window and what do I see? it's that government van.

(Ouija)
Brand new, mask now
Swang down, blocc now
Yo brain, splat now
Body, chop down
TOOF GANG on now
Bartholomus holdin my gloc now
The Government van been rolling again
God damnit the Blocc is 2 hot now
I'm gonna get somebody bloody & somebody bloody money gonna pay my attorney
I left that boy on a gurny
I fucc his shawty she Purdy
damnit she naughty she dirty
Drinking her blood at da party
Don't make me hurt anybody
The feds have been watching I'm callin up Choirboy like...

Chorus

(Choirboy)
Running man, Running man,
dash to a hunned grand
Look out the bacc, see another van fucc it man.
Duccing I ain't duccing I be buccing for the fucc of it,
Dealing wit this shit and I had about enough of it,
Tired of these puppets that be fuccing up the government,
Tired about this money shit and not having enough of it,
Bout to get a checc, fucc it up for the Fucc of it,
Till then, mask up we coming man run the shit.
No life, Low life,
thinking if this don't go right
One of us gon die, Slow ride
oh my, oh my
Here's the church here's the Muthafucc'n Steeple
I swear I see them people when I'm looking out my peep hole.

Chorus

Rozz Dyliams - Government Van (feat. Swag Toof)

produced by Ika

Lyrics:
What the heck ya doin lil scunner?
I dont know but lately, i been doin numbers
20, 50, 100, for a 1 ill put you under
pussyboy dont get caught up in dangerous shit that dont concern ya
now i got 27 lighters on my dressa
tryn to get paid, lately i been thinkin a lot about vanessa
28 days later, boomin with the pressure
killer with a crooked jaw who look like uncle fester
i remember back in '03, and1 dvd
cross just like hot sauce, now im workin chargin fees
buzzin like a rotary, no one look at dylan please
comin down like woss ness, and swangin like a rosary
i been sayin fuck the world, rozzy dangerfield get no respect
inside this maze of dancing rats but its okay with me
everything fachacta but the money, what im sayin, g
half-alive all for the bank note, its almost slavery
purely independent pimpin cant nobody label me, these labels dont
want shit to do with dylan cause he play play for keeps
Decorated by streets, i have returned like bay b kane to
roughly guide ya to the trauma center, killa crazymane
Groin to the gullet, cut ya, clickin just like candymane
Whippin in the kitchen, Dylan gotta keep a pattycake
Fuck it in the face, put it down, call it euthanaise
Is the way that Dylan get it in, Im into gettin paid
Get you sprayed, im ridin with. specimens of violence that
knock you like hiram abiff and etch you like a heiroglyph
Double z the quarter key that keep you up all night ya bitch
Ridin with my sister wives and flippin like a nitrous switch
Bank account like David Berg, off the grid like a pimp
Iceberg, frostbit, frostbite the white bitch
Stiff arm steady, bout to throw it off the sky bridge
Lay low for a couple weeks out of town, like this

(Dylan Ross)

All Night Long

Rozz Dyliams - Vanessa

Dylvia Roska

Rozz Dyliams - The Swinechamber

Rozz Dyliams - Paramedics

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.


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 - Goat Skull

hitchens' razor