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PIZZA CLICK - JASON MASK (2012)

The Inevitable

Big PIMPIN'

Ana Mix Vol. 1: Ana With Tha W

03. Twenty Dollar Rock

05. Bust A Cap

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)

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

PIZZA CLICK - JASON MASK (2012)

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