Dylan Ross - Tales Of The Onion (feat. Big Crust)

17. Half A Headstone

Ana Mix Vol. 1: Ana With Tha W

03. Twenty Dollar Rock

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

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

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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
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Dylan Ross - Whole Game

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