Rozz bring the wicked shit all the time! 

Lookin’ at you like a mental patient got you power walkin’ off 

Lmaooo never knew this was aimed at king krimson, ur a legend

Pro. Dylan Ross

Lyrics:
As you enter dreamland, and feel my hand slide up into your dress
You will learn that heaven burns, when my fingers turn and twist
These witch ticklers slipping in to stimulate and twist and scrape
And scrape away the madness, my madness the most high blissful state
Open your eyes and soak it in, to no surprise, you feel just like a girl again
In a world of wonder, not even wondering when it will end
My endless hunger multiplies, my tongue extends and then divides
Into a snake, as you awake, in pain from burning at the stake
Through the smoke, you saw the shadowy figure floating on the lake
Approaching you at an unknown speed, to take and give you what you need
Take the skeleton out your barren womb, and bring it back to life
And make you watch me, as I slowly kill it again, and make it bleed
Fulfill thy purpose, as the quivering hole that Dylan seeks
I will give you what you cannot fathom til it makes you weak
Master of your whole reality, of fatality, sex and death
Ill fuck you til you break down into dust, and leave behind whats left
Filthy whore, thats the only kind of whore that I adore
The kind thats easy to bend and break, and tear away at behind the door
Get inside your brain and rearrange it til I like it more
And make you go insane, until you dont even wanna live life anymore
Most of these bitches are stupid, actin like they want some kind of award
They get sent to a separate hell, where theyre not even allowed to speak one word
But no, not you, didnt even slip through, it was serendipity that you would end up on my floor
Cruelty, please let the beast get more
Then I give you one last kiss
Before

Infinite dreamworlds of sex

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Infinite Dreamworlds Of Sex

Rozz Dyliams - God

Rozz Dyliams - Science Lab

Ana Mix Vol. 1: Ana With Tha W

06. Fahrenheit

Pro. Keenanza & Slavery

Lyrics:
My younger cousin shot himself inside his bedroom
My older cousin hung himself in a motel room
My younger cousin used to break my toys and be mean to me
My older cousin used to show me cool shit and teach me things
Taught me to stay away from the hard shit and how to swing these things
My little cousin didn't do shit except blow out his brains
He had every material possession you could ever want
His parents tried to buy his love but never even let him have his own fuckin thoughts
Growin up my family would joke about the day that one of my aunts kids would snap and follow my mothers uncles way
Fuck my stupid mama, she's on hospice, I don't give a fuck cause I don't love her anyway
She got tumors in her eye from having cancer three times and smoking a fuckin pack a day
My mama was an idiot for having me because her life didn't have direction
Skinny little crank whore gettin railed out by a strange old junkie with no protection
Then the second week of January 1991 came around
She was walking around midway mall with my grandma or some shit tryin to get me out
I was late
What the fuck is my fate?
How the fuck is my brain supposed to grow with all this starchy poor person food on my plate?
Given the circumstances life is great even when it's abysmal
MMR vaccinizzile, high functionizzle, autizzle, juggalizle
Come follow me down to the trails of the afterbirth of the young jake jeckel
My mom married the man who raised me and I saw her turn a rock Into a piece of gravel
I don't have any allegiance to my family but my dad and my brother and Joan Marie, the most beautiful lady
my agoraphobic dead grandmother
Maybe I just have different values and I'll never fuckin get it
Maybe I just missed it and I never got the stupid potato people catholic guilt genetics
Just a bunch of fucking fools
The only thing i ever killed was a frog when I was six, cause I wanted to be like the other kids that went to public school
I got addicted to masturbating when i was five and they must have known but understood it as much as I did at that time in my life
I remember when I was little a badman took me to get my blood taken
Its a blur what happened after but I got taken to strange place and I got desecrated
Was it a dream, would someone do that to an innocent child out of spite?
If it was a dream how come for my whole life I still think about the shit every night?
Sometimes I think about my great grandmother on my grandpas side
Sometime in the forties, right after she had electroshock therapy her hair turned white
One time in New Philadelphia, one of my cousins was on the salt Started hearin voices in his head, so he took an axe and chopped a hole in his apartment wall
When he broke it down and finally got to the other side, it was the family that lived next door that were some of the voices in his head that night
He and his brother were the first kids that broke me and my brothers toys n shit and when they were toddlers they sat in the back and watched their crackhead mom in the front suck dick
I remember the creepy Christian lady that took care of the kids when they got taken away
Hated my mom called my family pagan and forced me to pray 
When I was eight, one morning, going to the library to get a stack
in the industrial park in Strongsville, I saw dead people cause they flipped on the tracks
It was four sets of feet all lined up underneath a big white sheet
That's what you fucking get, you get killed in your stupid little crushed up Jeep
My mom got mad cause it made me happy, but I needed it more cause i wanted it and it made me feel better about everything that happened to me before
Having had many different conversations in my head w many different Dylans
Having visions of plague, whipping down Sprague, whenever I start reminiscing

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - 252

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 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

Faith, Hope, Charity

Rozz Dyliams - Want

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!
---

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
---

Rozz Dyliams - Science Lab

ROZZ DYLIAMS

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