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

DYLAN ROSS - LINCOLN (2011)

Rozz

dankin

dank2?

The mind of Rozz

Trip

Seasonal Depression

BONES Feat Slim Guerilla - ScareCrow (Prod By DYLAN ROSS)

Bones - Paid Programming (Prod. John Mello)

Dylan Ross - Nervous

Dylan Ross - Jungle Palaces (feat. Chris Travis)

Download "TeenWitch" - http://tinyurl.com/mgsvfk8

Prod. by Na$ty Matt

Bones - RampartRange

Bones - Mahogany (Prod. Dylan Ross)

Dylan Ross - Sun Goddess Practitioner

Bones - LetAnOldDogWorkHisMagic

Dylan Ross - Fuck You (ft. Big Crust)

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

Pro. Dylan Ross
Illustration: Conceived Sorrow

Lyrics:
Hound
Hound from the sound

Flesh of my beast, blood of my brain
Blood of my beast, to wash away this earthly stain
Anti-religion and unforgiven, fallen from heaven
Banished to this planet, its the wickedest witch
of all existence
Ill take everything that you love right from underneath you
in just one single instance
Dylan been killin it, poppin it, fillin it, bitch
And I been on that wicked shit
Been on that ungod, ungodly mentality
Thats the literalness
You enter the mind of a killer, past the point of no return
Now enter the abyss...
Im hearing voices and they speak in rewind
Had a message of blasphemy, the messenger was my nine
I get sadistic when I carry out this vengeance of mine
Render you paraplegic and hit you dead in the spine
Hit your face with a hammer and give you a brand-new design
Make your brain matter and your fuckin retina combine
Dumped the remains off of a bridge, and asked a cop for the time
All nonchalant, then I got back home
And wrote this wicked-ass rhyme
Now its time

Hound
Hound from the sound

Im hunting you, Im right behind you, hunting you
Me and my friends belong to an elite, exclusive hunting group
Not "friends"
The people inside of my head that tell me what to do
And where to go, and how to keep my composure to find you
Ahh yes, we meet again. The beast needs to eat again
I woke up in a puddle, cause I pissed my plastic sheets again
Thinking about my deep obsession, masturbate while writing verses
Hatred worsens as I get to thinking, it got my penis twitchin
God came down to heaven to find me, so he could give me a vision
Total extermination of the planets major three religions
All the plastic wrap, and blood and guts on the wall with feces dripping
Made an incision, fucked up, got distracted by my CD skippin
Skippin to New South Wales in a cinch if things up here get too suspicious
Bout to get a different face so it cant be traced by facial recognition
Running this shit til Im committed, shitted, hanging from the rafters
Uncle Jim and Manuel said it was better to get it done with faster

Hound
Hound from the sound
(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Hound From The Sound

Produced by Joshua Dunn

Lyrics:
I been zaggin' on these hoes
Like a young Tommy Wiseau
Step into my room, then you gotta go
whats up whats up with it tho
if you wanna talk pay a fee
got a team as crazy as me
fuckin round will get you hit w somethin in the neck to quit you talking like the d.o.c
crimenitley. you little shits need to scadaddle the fuck away from me
what the hell ya tryn to prove ya little fella
take the l and be out peacefully

run it up, keep on runnin baby, get to bookin
pullin out pullin up, everybody lookin
neighbors think we methed out but its just juugin
six stoves in my house, everybody cookin
baby baby d do whatever i want to
everything you cant do
shit always thought i couldn't
the difference between you and me is youre a dumb bitch about to get stuck
and im an angel who gets buck
and youre a buck angel who gets fucked
-woosah. Silly dilly got the juice
-booyah with my tribe, goin live
Spray a silly goose
-I'll show ya how to turn a hundred into five hundred
Hit me on my second line don't hit up my number
I hear the click click but I ain't tryn to hide copper
Ratatata boom like triggerman, with the life stopper

(Dylan Ross)

All Night Long

Rozz Dyliams - Uonwannodrama

Produced by Ika

Lyrics:
Game face ghetto d
Ghetto post dated.
Still the most misunderstood and the most hated
The game is mine ya filthy swine I'm bout to castrate ya
Sweat the small stuff, bitch
Let the past shape ya
Let it frustrate ya, Indica bud breaker.
Breaker breaker one, I just wanna get the cash paper
Rozzamonics trickle down to the obituary if you wanna find me posted up I'm in the blast chamber
It's where I wanna be
It's what I wanna be
The money callin me
It's all I wanna see
Yeah I'm pullin out w the blueberry
Fuck you hippie i just wanna get my dick sucked
Its 2000 i need a new cherry
Got you in bitch hysteria doctor dylan bout to fill your script up
ripped up, bout to bring the thunder, so you know it aint no wonder you went under and your record label 261d ya
Sometimes I sit up at night and look at the sky and wonder why am I so fi w slumpers, why was I assigned a number

Its where I wanna be
Its what I wanna be
The money callin me
Its all I wanna see
2x

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Callin

Dylvia Roska

Rozz Dyliams - The Swinechamber

All We Need Are The Plants

Cuucumba Crazy

produced by @negative

twitter.com/swamimags

Braver (prod. negative)

Lincoln

Dylan Ross - Logs

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

Intro

V BAG -PHILLY & TK THE ARTIST

lyrics by dylan ross
mixed and mastered by dylan ross at house of drip
instrumental produced by dylan ross

Epiphania

iTunes

The Long Wait

lyrics by dylan ross
mixed and mastered by dylan ross at house of drip
instrumental produced by john mello & foxwedding

Mi Ruca Baby

lyrics by dylan ross
mixed and mastered by dylan ross at house of drip
instrumental produced by jaguarclaw

Sorry

lyrics by dylan ross
mixed and mastered by dylan ross at house of drip
instrumental produced by jaguarclaw & dylan ross

You, me, and the dog

lyrics by dylan ross
mixed and mastered by dylan ross at house of drip
instrumental produced by wz beats & red light muzik

Evil Little Thing Called Love

What is asserted gratuitously may be denied gratuitously

Dylan Ross - Logs

hitchens' razor