Rozz Dyliams - Bags

Rozz Dyliams - Violent D Insane

17. Half A Headstone

Ana Mix Vol. 1: Ana With Tha W

03. Twenty Dollar Rock

Produced by Keenanza

Lyrics:
Hot boy, bling bling, stunna skrrt skrrt
At the rate I been parlaein, bout to leave you in the dirt
Mega money makin magic man, Im movin with the work
Workin pussy for a paycheck, check it in ya jerk
Busters really think they caught me slippin
til I put em in kahutz with military issue boots
and a roadway where they braisn get loosened
Sick your finest bitches on me, Im a predator
Got the intentions of a killer, and Im bout to let em go
People always ask me "Dylan, whats the word on the quick death?"
Blade dripping like pink strawberry meth
Put you under long enough just to get you undressed and restrained
In the operating room, where you get blessed
The purulent stench of decay, when you take a breath
Rust on my tools, holes in my latex
Hoes in my tomb, rust on my play set
Play, til I bust a nut from all the fuckin hatred

I hate the world, so I stay in contemplation
Cause when I let em know, Ima have to make a statement
Life is a kick in the head
Life is a kick in the head
But you cant kick it back, when its got you by the ankles
Read the news, Im fallin out, ballin out on some militia shit
Like Brigham YOung, with all my wives around my ankles
Concubines, extra wives, extra clips, extra lives
Up here in the woods, cant nobody hear nathan
Cant nobody tell me nathan
Medical gauze Rozz rollin out the mat for the new patient
You would look way better at the bottom of the ocean
so it looks like you gon need a real serious operation
What Im sayin, I aint playin, your parents gon have to
answer some very serious questions at the station
What you folks know about sedation
What you know about makin closed casket arrangements
for your son
(Dylan Ross)

Henwell & Brokaw

Rozz Dyliams - Nobility

Produced by Joshua Dunn

Lyrics:
Im about to go on a damn rampage
Dylan comin with that bump that'll put your punk ass on the front page
You got a problem with me? Whats your sons age?
I'll put you both under, just like John Cage
I got enemies, lord knows Dylan Ross got enemies
As to be expected, all of 'em suffer from passive-aggression
Obsession, and jealousy
Whats the matter with the media? Matter of fact
Whats the matter with everything?
Everything in this world is fucked up, cause of people like you
Bottom line
Thats the thing
Fuck politics
Fuck a wedding ring
Burn logs
Have an orgy in the woods
In this lifetime
In a million different dimensions
I'd have a billion orgies, if I could
Infinite goddesses across the nation
Double penetration
All up in rotation
Lost all sense of feeling, after masturbating
But I got my boner back, after waiting
Let me get back to what I was saying
To the motherfucking task at hand
Welcome to my world
Welcome to my Sextrafikanistan
Dildos instead of guns
And guns like Afghanistan
Sextrafikanistan
What you goin to school foe
I heard you go to school, hoe
You look like you aint having any fun
Or makin any dough
You look just like a shallow hole
With no hope

Come on babe...

(Dylan Ross)

All Night Long

Rozz Dyliams - Sextrafikanistan

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

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

Lincoln

Dylan Ross - Jump Off A Cliff

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!
---

Drip Day Afternoon

Do You Owe Me My Props

Dylan Ross - Do You Owe Me My Props

dl - bit.ly/2V5JYXb | Prod. SHMX

https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams - https://soundcloud.com/politicalwitchcraft & http://twttr.com/shmx_

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My diet is liquid
Mostly purple and green
I got a' bag full of dreams
And it drips at the seams
Been alive 22 years and still don't know what it means
Justa buncha ups and downs livin' on triple beams
I don't pop any beans
I just fuck with the juice
Poppin' caps off a' stems
Later I'll see the truth
Feeling like Water World
Feeling like I am trapped
Feeling like I'm running in circles and then comin' back
To the same place
Mask on with the same face
So I approach the world with a permanent game face (yeah)
I see the future I could tell you how the rain taste (crisp)
Keep a distance ho and stay out of a mang's face
Dip my head in purple drank and let my brain baste
I've never been to Based World but I've been to Dripped Outerspace
Out of body experience like I'm taking powders laced
With other drugs I don't even understand how to take
Set your house a blaze
Went on a trip around the world, but really I was just kickin' it on the couch for days
Woke up dehydrated with cavities and diaper rash
I don't grind for cash, I just let the shit fall in my lap (Scheiße)
Like a German I'm working wood wheel turning
Element come rollin' and I'm still burnin'
Handzum Boys is the institution and bitch I'm earnin'
Rural suburban disturbance kick haters in the sternum

I'm just posted up
House shoes on with the Honey Berry blunt
If you really real then you already know what's up
Leanin' on the porch with the morphine in the cup
---

Dylan Ross - Drip Day Afternoon

dl - bit.ly/2V5JYXb | Prod. Rob People

https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams -

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Neronic Cross up on my hand, I worship Pagan gods 
I put my life on the line and then bet against the odds 
Mobbin' like David Koresh and my hair unbobs (poppin)
Flirty fishing, wishing to split the wig of a cop (fuck'am)
I worship violence, I'm one of the tyrants you can't get to stop (no)
Fuck with me, the last thing you hear will not be a pistol pop
I only fuck with esoteric methods
I could get your bitch to drop ass, in the pentagram and pick it up, lick it up, (like a bitch)
I got further knowledge you perceive as sin
I can help you open up your soul and let the demons in (yeah)
God is the savior, the only one you should be believin' in (like me)
Ski mask on my evil grin, I don't even know what the reason is, (yeah)
But I'm still zaggin', (yeah) and I'm still saggin' (yeah)
Got the deals, on the pills, better take advantage
I'm a savage, harder than Cialis and I'm blastin'
In a mansion, leave you covered in maggots and wrapped in plastic
Dripped-out Jesus rolling cabbage, totin' automatics
Crust punk livin' in dystopia until I vanish (what)
I reappear in the mirror, spitting at you enchantments (what)
Rap game first edition, flowers in the attic (hell yeah)
Manic panic, but when I die, it won't be temporary (no)
We like Eastern Europeans, stinky and extra hairy (stankin')
Chiefin' hay before I catch the ferry to the island
I'm in love with myself and that's the only reason I'm smilin'
Gangsta-walkin', buckin', choppin', jookin' like Ninja Gaiden (oup x9)
Across the flo' I'm glidin', po' a fo' to get enlightened
Murder you with your own oil burners, fuckin' with Tina
I am a witch, but not the type that's portrayed by Sabrina

Zag like a witch, zag like a witch
Zag like a witch, zag like a witch
Zag like a witch, zag like a witch
Zag like a witch, zag like a witch
---

Dylan Ross - Jump Off A Cliff

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