fuck i love you and eddy together, and fuck this song is bumpin

Rozz Dyliams - Violent D Insane

Pro. Dylan Ross

Lyrics:
Jealous peoples souls dont get any attention when they die
Jealous peoples souls dont get any attention when they die
They look at the living with envy, for what they coulda had
But didnt even try
Get these illusions up out your head, before they grow a set of teeth
And eat you alive
There would be none of ya left, if Dylan really went off and wanted you to die
But I dont care about anyone or anything enough to distract myself from getting mine
Kill yourself, you dumb bitch
Rozz dont give a fuck, bitch
The whole entertainment owned by bloodlines I dont fuck with
Snakes who came from a different planet
with an ill intent, and corruption
Exploit starry-eyed idiots with no common sense
And deviate through obstruction
Trap you in there, rape the publishing
Growth stunt your entire functioning
Own your name and take credit for shit you did
Until its in the best interest of the company
To let you go
Hello, the name is Dylan and Im here to let you know
Never let em tell you what to do, to get a click, or get a view
Its only in their best interest to use you, hoe
So, whats that thing that Crustified Dibbs say
Something like every record label suck a fuckin funktified dick, mane

Youre doing it all wrong
Mistake after mistake after misake after mistake
Youre doing it all wrong
Ha ha ha ha ha
How does it feel to know that youll always be wrong

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Youre Doing It All Wrong

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 & 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:
(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 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

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!
---

Rozz Dyliams - Surgeryman (feat. Eddy Baker)

ROZZ DYLIAMS

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