Pro. Dylan Ross

Lyrics:
Whos that smooth young pale baldhead slick talkin mothafucka from the midwest
Gotta get next, international man of misery, Rozz touch down like incest
Fuck a friendship, fuck a job, fuck a bitch, anything other than clockin benjamins in excess
All because I make music, a lot of people think its okay to try to be all up in my business
And speaking of business, the perversion of the music industry has no limits
Dylan so voyeuristic, watching the whole shitfest go down from a distance
Steady dodging a bullet everyday, but when it finally hits me is when I pray to god it misses
Sometimes I feel like my mama took me out of heaven and put me here on purpose
What kind of planet is this?
I dont dig this, I dont get this or get with this, but while Im here Ima ride for me and mine
And Ima get it all, Ima ball til I fall tax-free and unlisted
Most unknown from the oh-one-oh, blunt rolled, one mo, Dylan gotta get the indica
Anybody wanna flex a little bit of evilness inside em, Ima knuckle up like Menacide and finish it
And get em nervous, packing something that will make em numb in my lip service
I get to working when I awake, its Young Jake Jeckel with the helly burner
Lifes a bitch, if Im the bitch that might get hitched to her, then Ima be Dylan Turner
Ike turn the Judas Cradle spike, hater murder, bitch I get paid for murder
Murder for hire, baby better believe Im finna deliver whatever I gotta to let em know that I gotta get it
Split it a hundred percent among me, one deep, planet rock 2k, pay me money
Snappin bands that bounce like a bungee, take what I want, wont get shit from me

Ill take you down to weather world
Let it rain, rain down on you

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Weather World

Rozz Dyliams - Science Lab

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)

Produced by Keenanza & Slavery

Lyrics:
Dylan why you care so much about polizia
Why you got so many weapons in your damn casa
Why you talk so much about medical doctors
Medical gauze rozz Wrappin up imposters
You need to learn to stay inside your fuckin lane hoe. I'm flamed up, Ya got me seein red like a norteno
Rojo rojo all I wanna see up on my walls. Coming up out the darkness once a year to roam the halls
-yeah its surgeryman , I hit the big time
Scissors in my pocket just to cut your life line
Get yourself in the wrong place , right time
Love to see a person dying crying while apologizing
you know I got it
R o double z Dyliams and I been about it ballin out and luminal swabbin
sprayin. I ain't playin bitch I'm super saiyan. I'm super pimpin pretty soon I'll be pimpin the nation
Like Debbie and daph-a-ne
I said you comin with me
Now I hit the mall w two fine hoes that look like avenue d
Takin no chance, gimme them bands
Put em up in my hand and watch me slide and glide across the flo and do my jughead dance
Thrashin around I see their ain't no exodus for me
R o double z , just a young g
Obsessed with torturing my enemies
Call me the pig father when I gather swine cut the throat and let em bleed
Let em bleed all out, thought you saw me ballin out in a century

Pig Father
Pig Father
Pig Father
Pig Father
(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Pig Father

Produced by Slavery

Lyrics:
Show Dylan love
You have now officially entered the mind of a Midwest killa thug
Get my pimpin on , slide on over to a little one
What you got goin on what you sippin on
Babygirl they call me Dylan if you didn't know she said her name was Sylvia In a minute she finna go
It's so intoxicating the way you got me waitin the way you got me feeling like I'm on tippy toes
Infatuated but I know I got let it go cause if I don't lt only get in the way of the revenue
Pimp game hella froze its what I chose
Every woman that I know is a centerfold
Dylan let you know . I gotta teach you a lesson about relievin tension and I know you edible
Young mane with motive it no thang to teach you game wrapped in my coat
Keep hoppin like a bunny
Double it triple it get that money
Stack til we got enough cash to buy the sky and make a grey day sunny
It was love at first I told her "you can't smoke for free" and she replied "what's on my mind is gettin you inside of me"
I replied I have no time for bootlegs, I'm on a shoestring budget and these days I do not let my snake slide into any pumpkin
Let me tell you something
I keep it bumpin and I get your body in tune with the rhythm that my heart is pumpin

Every other Thursday of the month
You know what that means
4x
You know what that means
4x

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Every Other Thursday

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

Rozz Dyliams - Surgeryman (feat. Eddy Baker)

Produced by Slavery

Lyrics:
(Dylan)
Built in hell-on-earth, for what its worth I dont get no ascension
Trapped in the walls of wicked shit, that I built up for my own protection
Raised up right by Eaton, I knew at a real young age, there aint no heaven
Money was thin but dreams were in when I was eight, and Shayne was seven
Moved away when I was ten, had a deeper drop into depression
Started seeing it all for what it was too early, what a blessing
Studying the bible off and on, alone, confused and skitsofrantic
Couldnt understand it, nobody died but everybody vanished
Things werent coming in so clear like before, and I couldnt manage
But fate was on my side, cause I found KGP when eleven
Simken Heights, I did my sacrificial rites and my decision
Is to live and die for wicked shit, this is now my religion
Taught me how to channel my hatred into a positive message
Opened up my eyes and showed me how to execute my vision
Vision fading, coming back to show me that Im sick inside
Never had a chance other than wicke shit, to get it right
Where Im from the wind tell secrets, every night is devils nite
Wicked wicked, psycho psycho sick, call me wicked 4 life
I remember just like yesterday, the day Ensizion died
Maybe when we die we just cross over to a sicker side
Sickness in my brain said that my best solution is to die
Pass me by, unti I recognize that I been left behind
Everybody saw me snappin, but chose to ignore the signs
Had a thorough course in blas for me, the teacher was my .9
Perfected my wicked rhyme, this is my devotional
Cant let no one come inside, Im callous-unemotional
They tried to kkkill the fetus, cause they knew what I would grow into
Took me out of school, because they knew what I was gonna do
Cant go out like that, I'd rather count this money in front of you
I knew that I was lost around the same time that my mama knew
I never understood the stupid shit that normal people do
So if I stayed, I would have ran the risk of turning into you
Its a struggle now
Can you feel the sadness now?
Brain stuck inside of that Curt D crackhouse
Can you feel the madness now?
How much weight is on my shoulders now?
I dont know, but its heavy now
Used to have a hobby, now its dangerous and deadly, now

(Smallz One)
Before I read books I was reading peoples looks
Tryin to separate the angels from the crooks
Studying Souls of those who corrode
Didn't care about math I solve the problems that arose
Real-life shit like how to deal with myself
A real bitch demoness in living hell
Surrounded by flesh hiding truth inside
Everybody so old sitting around waiting to die
Not me not he not us no way
Living in the shadows slaughtering the days
All I smell is rot got caught up and decay
All of my thoughts got shot in my brain
Aimed at my face held by my friend
Couldn't replace what was destined in the end
So I just kept on going til the sadness turned into my hate
Devoured all these souls and all this flesh that landed on my plate
I never thought about the consequences that would come for me
Evil is as evil does and that would comfort me
Some will see a different me the others get the truth
I am not a simple seed I reincarnate Doom
Left 4 Dead upon the battlefield now my missions conquer
Many have attempted but they die from what I conjure
Thrive for what I want to it can't be no other way
Dangerous and deadly if you don't like it turn the page

Rozz Dyliams - Dangerous & Deadly (feat. Smallz One)

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)

Rozz Dyliams - Nobility

Produced by Keenanza

Lyrics:
Step into my smoke box where I cash out
Having visions of my death til I pass out
Lately my nightmares look like the cover of hot boys let em burn
It's the most violent
Unregistered mental predator
What's the reason I was sent to earth
Put your motherfuckin head on curb
I come from a cold place where many broken souls steady wet up herb
I never fucked with it but I lost my mind homicide the sedative 
1 is 9 you get pulled apart by the hands of the damn dismemberer
Put me in the damn electric chair, I got a fetish for it . Yeah I said it, I got a fetish for the electric chair, so put me in it, hit the fuckin switch and let me get it
When they do electrocution then they make you put a diaper on and shave your head
I got demonz n my sleep that won't let me get back to bed until I'm fuckin dead
Executioner executioner.
When I was on earth. it was stupider
Let my soul fly into the universe
God know what I'm bout to do to her
Behind the velvet curtain death is certain so it's all I think about before I peace out on this life of burden livin on the verge of my own version of a Tyler Durden , I don't wanna go to hell but I don't wanna die virgin so I'm swervin through these bitches, workin, stitchin it just like a surgeon , you can call me doctor Dylan , check my sutures man they're perfect
Do I make you nervous cause I make myself nervous
I love it when my stomach drops when I relive the murders
So fab so fetch you wretched harlot you do not deserve this
Your cell don't get no service in this cabin here on purpose
My name is rozz
And bitch I don't sleep
I bring terror to the hood cause I'm back up on the fuckin creep
Dylan lookin like the logo of bme
Like Clinton Brady , I got demons takin over me
R o double z. Insanity eternally
Sure as a g gone check his sock when his beeper beep
All the human racks of ribs up in my freezer be the reason I got kuru.
In my brain where them diseases be
Cannibalistic urges , all my enemies heads drop
I tried to sell em to gepettos but they said stop
No I won't stop til I'm the next condo
Pay me like George condo . That's pronto
(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - I Will Mutilate Your Family

Produced by Slavery

Lyrics:
Well
Let me take you on a trip down Henwell
None of the bullshit drama that you ever start will end well
Predator in the hen house
Ten toes. Ten down.
Pimpin these idiots just dolemite but Dylanmites in town
Drippin up on the scene
Mug on mean blades chop like laser beam
Creepin around with no pass in my neck of the woods is the shit get you wiped away clean
Plucked off of the green and haphazardly dumped in the middle of a field
Player steady sippin on the jug of Rossi right before I go and do a little mission I don't wanna feel
I don't wanna feel. I don't wanna feel
I Need to kill so must I kill, I got you in my danger zone my world of chaos shit is real
Thunderstorms are warnin you that you should have stayed home and chilled
But now you trapped in weatherworld with tornados my battlefield 
Ima let the dogs get ya. Rip you up the shreds
Pig father is back. You think id ever stop you must be high on crack. A lonely sad person floppin around on Angel dust you remind of that
you want me to send you back, right up back, to your uncles farm in Ohio, man?

Welcome to Naderland
A lotta tornaders, man
Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip
Whippin through
Welcome to Naderland
A lotta tornaders, man
Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip
What you gonna do

(Dylan Ross)

All Night Long

Rozz Dyliams - Naderland

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)

Rozz Dyliams - Pig Father

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