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Snow (Feat. Killstation)

Wheres The Blow! ft LILPUMP Prod.Dj Patt

Ana Mix Vol. 1: Ana With Tha W

07. When You Make Me Click

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxwBRil_-EE

Pro. Keenanza

Lyrics:
This is more than work
This is Dylan work
Dylan working, always doing shit like Laura Dern
Hit up Laura with the flora, "Baby, whatchu dern?
Come on, is it cleared up or not?"
I'm a juggernaut with the sperm
Dylans happy little wiggle worm
But I put you under anesthesia and I get your stupid ass fitted for dentures if it burn
I treat you and your girlfriends like Vanity 6, you'll get yo turn
You talk a lot of haughty taughty dumb bitch shit, but you always hit me first
Bitches ain't shit, so I tell my main bitch "Hit the track and don't come back until you get your brain fixed"
Then I decided it's time to hit up all of my side bitches and tell em all the same thing "I hate you. Die. It's time to find where the highest bridge is"
Still with the Ballys like G-Force, I got the Talkabout, the flippy pager
Bitch I'm major, chopping up pimpin with a razor
When I was a little boy my favorite comicbook was Razor
Now I'm not a little boy anymore, so what's the fuckin flavor?
Took a daytrip to Vancouver to kidnap the Soskas, then I made 'em fuck each other and do whatever I wanted when I taped it
Almost let em go, I had a momentary lapse of judgment even though I love em can not let em go and so I cut 'em
It's the toy breaker like Sid
You dealin with a literal autism-having psychopathic woman pimp
Fuck the drugs the drinkin, I just want to cause you anguish 
Fuckin with Dylan is like the first thing that you should not play with
Heavy doses of hypnosis and mental manipulation
It's my kind of Spanish fly the medicine that I get away with 
Call it what you want
You can call it life is what you make it
All my life hatred, cause I don't even want to escape it

It's all about the mind, but you're too stupid to check the signs
If Wayne can do it I can do it, and Wayne is blind
So I won't ask your pea brain havin ass a second time
Where's my motherfuckin money you know is mine you piece of swine?

(Dylan Ross)

Henwell & Brokaw

Rozz Dyliams - Pea Brain VIDEO LINK IN DESCRIPTION

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 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:
Face like a hound with the wicked psycho sound. Goon stand down from the anger in my frown
A killer with a crooked jaw you know I'm fuckin down. get off the corner before you get Lights out
I don't need to kill ya, I'll just let ya do it now. I'm from a different world you don't know shit about
You can try all that you want. You can try to pay your way in but at the fuckin day's end, all I do is count
I look a little more like Dracula the more I count . All you do is rack em rack , all I do is rack out
It was always too risky to sell drugs cause I wanted to have to much to lose and so I had to choose a different route
It all comes with a price though cause at the end of the night, I start hearin whisperin goin on inside of my house
And when I wake up , it's a brand new day and I still manage anyway even if the voices are loud
Livin trapped in bedlam is an issue but I'm ridin and I slide like 95 but I ain't ready yet to bounce
Killer from Lorain county , seek you like a bounty hunter but all I wanna do is to put you in the ground
Dyliams never Finna die just like a wicked clown. No matter where I'm goin I'm still 440 bound
You don't know shit , getcho dome hit, I'll make it open like a lotus and your brainll pop out
What's the word now. Dylan is a mean man, I just wanna watch you fail and lose everything that you have
I'm stuck inside a world of mackin and I'm feelin trapped , cause there's so much shit I wish I could unlearn but I can't
Now it's time to go back
Henwell & Brokaw . Get your neck broke off for fuckin with my camp
No jive boy, Dylan going live boy. Roll up in the pro5 and leave your pro clubs damp
Mind of a savage paperchasin money freak . who operate above the law because the game is free
You fuckin with my cartel you do more than pay as you go cause for the rest of your fuckin life you pay it up to me
But I still kill ya anyway no matter what you offer
Cause I control your fate so you disappear like Hoffa
Now we bout to pull a deadly stang unlike no other
Flashbacks of ridin in the Buick with my brother
I love the smell of rotting death more than the smell of cash. I am the wicked shit I don't need makeup or a mask
R o double z is synonymous with the sounds of apocalypse ain't no way for me to be anonymous and so it's time to blast
Welcome to the blast chamber
Trapped inside a life of anger
Mama shoulda used a hanger
So now I pose a deadly danger
(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - The Blast Chamber

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)

All Night Long

Rozz Dyliams - Callin

Dylvia Roska

Rozz Dyliams - The Swinechamber

Rozz Dyliams - Cut The Meat

Rozz Dyliams - Marine Life Details

Rozz Dyliams - Paramedics

ATMOSPHERE ft Quez

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. Rob People

https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams -

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Neronic Cross up on my hand, I worship Pagan gods 
I put my life on the line and then bet against the odds 
Mobbin' like David Koresh and my hair unbobs (poppin)
Flirty fishing, wishing to split the wig of a cop (fuck'am)
I worship violence, I'm one of the tyrants you can't get to stop (no)
Fuck with me, the last thing you hear will not be a pistol pop
I only fuck with esoteric methods
I could get your bitch to drop ass, in the pentagram and pick it up, lick it up, (like a bitch)
I got further knowledge you perceive as sin
I can help you open up your soul and let the demons in (yeah)
God is the savior, the only one you should be believin' in (like me)
Ski mask on my evil grin, I don't even know what the reason is, (yeah)
But I'm still zaggin', (yeah) and I'm still saggin' (yeah)
Got the deals, on the pills, better take advantage
I'm a savage, harder than Cialis and I'm blastin'
In a mansion, leave you covered in maggots and wrapped in plastic
Dripped-out Jesus rolling cabbage, totin' automatics
Crust punk livin' in dystopia until I vanish (what)
I reappear in the mirror, spitting at you enchantments (what)
Rap game first edition, flowers in the attic (hell yeah)
Manic panic, but when I die, it won't be temporary (no)
We like Eastern Europeans, stinky and extra hairy (stankin')
Chiefin' hay before I catch the ferry to the island
I'm in love with myself and that's the only reason I'm smilin'
Gangsta-walkin', buckin', choppin', jookin' like Ninja Gaiden (oup x9)
Across the flo' I'm glidin', po' a fo' to get enlightened
Murder you with your own oil burners, fuckin' with Tina
I am a witch, but not the type that's portrayed by Sabrina

Zag like a witch, zag like a witch
Zag like a witch, zag like a witch
Zag like a witch, zag like a witch
Zag like a witch, zag like a witch
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Rozz Dyliams - Paramedics

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