the forrest calling me thats where i wanna be

Backwoods💨💨

Pro. Moneymaxxx

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tD-LWUKN6d0

Dylan Ross - King Tut VIDEO LINK IN DESCRIPTION

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

Snow

Snow (Feat. Killstation)

Wheres The Blow! ft LILPUMP Prod.Dj Patt

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)

Henwell & Brokaw

Rozz Dyliams - Pig Father

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:
Good dope backwood smoke plenty junt choke
Punk hoe, we too buck hoe, hit the front doe
Hit you up for money roll and maybe even much mo
I don't give a mutherfuck tho
I'm a cut throat
Fuck a 9-to-5 day
Pimpin hoggin mindstate
Razor Rozzy really pullin up with the grind plate
Night time is the swine father favorite time of day
Off the wham, off the gram of super sticky Isaac Haze
By the way, I must say prepare to have your mind erased
You'll be speakin in a different language by the time you're baked
I'm bout a pull a little Ramsey right on sight fool
Ima have to hit em with the '94 price mane
400 for a half
you do math
Uh huh, ain't nothin like money in a ziplock bag
Light my blunt up w a hundred as I watch the stocks crash
Big ol' booty Betty Bathory be in my bloodbath
Hop up in my warpath and get knocked the fuck back
Cut you up a give your countenance a set of cunt flaps
Bitch I'm from Ohio
The birthplace of funk
Step up if you got some ana baby boy and let's get crunk
Have you reekin funk , next to two 15s up in the trunk
Slow , loud, and banging, wavin with my cuddy, blowin skunk
Richy rozzy rich you funky bitch I'm ballin til I fall
Ima have to get it all and Ima be out like Evol
Young Midwest
You can meet at the wailing wall
Judah Judah Judah I don't fuck with no judas at all
Itching for a money sack. Had to get the judases
Mr hysterectomy pull em out like a uterus
Rozzy really keep it goin, watch the way I do this shit
Lewd and crass
Bitch I'm lutichrist
Bitch I'm ludicrous
Who compare me to something scary I'll consume a bitch
Numerous clips eat you up like eucharist
Runnin all throughout your body just like MRSA, the curse of the worst of the worst of what I can do ain't even started yet
Get your fuckin starter kit
Get your triple cocktail
Deep up in your veins now
Do you feel retarded yet

MRSA MRSA
MRSA MRSA
MRSA MRSA
MRSA MRSA 
MRSA MRSA
MRSA MRSA
MRSA MRSA
Give 'em all MRSA

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - MRSA

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 - Sextrafikanistan

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)

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

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