Heathers (Instrumental)

Dylan Ross - L To The Head

Dylan Ross - For Rage

Ana Mix Vol. 1: Ana With Tha W

02. All About Dat Money

03. Twenty Dollar Rock

04. Lookin 4 Tha Cap

Produced by Slavery

Lyrics:
(Dylan)
Hoes comin in. They ain't goin out
I dont throw em out, it's like the sowell house
You mighta heard about me, via word of mouth
They call me surgeryman. I live on murder mountain
You are not fuckin w Dylan when the doctor buggin
I love to watch the line go flat when you stop strugglin
Rozz keep hustlin so I don't stop buzzin
Heard ya had a wire so I had to get my wire cutters 
Damn I feel just like Alexander oneal cause I can't figure out what I feel and I gotta feeling like no other
But what I feel for the moment is deeper than hatred a fascination with dissection and slicing you like some butter-You cannot take my spot
I shoot your mama in the head to make my point and then I hit you up for all you got
I'm bout to cut you up and make you watch . When I cut you tell me if you think it feel just like the razors hot
I hit the man from the bakery shop to help with the mess from the cause of death , you know that post operation slop .
Doctor Dylan sippin the blue bottle of bombizzle.
Penthouse residency up in my hospital

Chorus:
Surgeryman
Surgeryman
I do the surgery as dirty as I possibly can
Code red . Situation helly
I got special instructions on bleeding you out like a Jewish deli
We're losin him
We're losin him
We're losin him
We lost him

(Eddy)
Doctor Baker bitch
Came in hockey mask on some Jason shit
Live from the dark side u should take a trip
Posted up in my lair I just smoke n sip
Boi u just another victim u another lick
Lookin like the mafia when we crowd in the VIP
One phone call can get cho ass fucking hit
Put chu in the black bag, all u hear is zip
Niggas hootin and they hollerin Im tired of it
Pussy boys run up get put down so violent
When my enemies cryin I play violins
If u try to plot on me u should try again
Niggas try to mess with me now they dyin man
Hell spawn throw a nigga in the fire pit
Im mixin uppers with my downers, I love opposites
Im a real criminal, fuck a copper bitch
Me and Dylan operating on another bitch

Chorus

Henwell & Brokaw

Rozz Dyliams - Surgeryman (feat. Eddy Baker)

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

Dylvia Roska

Rozz Dyliams - The Swinechamber

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!
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Drip Day Afternoon

Do You Owe Me My Props

Dylan Ross - Do You Owe Me My Props

dl - bit.ly/2V5JYXb | Prod. Do$age

https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams - https://soundcloud.com/dosagemusic

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I'm thinking about this woman I severely miss
Problem is I don't know if she knows that I exist
I mean I know she knows but I don't know to what extent
I'm staring up at the ceiling
Smoking relieving stress
I have so many memories I never think to keep
But when I have a memory of her, i'm sinking deep
She's on my mind so much it's getting hard for me to sleep
So when I finally can its a bitter sweet release

I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning, i try)

As I look up at the full moon 
I wonder if she's somewhere looking at it too 
I know it sounds like garbage but it's really true 
And what I feel is not far as from what I really do 
I could always sense when she got closer to my space 
I think I saw her cross the street but didn't see her face 
I had to see if it was her and so I chased 
Lost in the sea of people, she was gone without a trace

I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning, i try)
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