YOU BITCHES DON'T HAVE NO DEFENSES I BEEN BOOMING UP WITH THESE HIGHLANDER MURDERER METHODS

My senior fucking year of high school man

If Self-Destruction Was an Olympic Event, I'd Be Tonya Harding

Canopy Bed - Dylan Ross

Hedge Maze - Dylan Ross

one (spoken).mp3

Rozz Dyliams - The Hovering Eye

Rozz Dyliams - Bags

Rozz Dyliams - Kylee Krozz

Pro. Dylan Ross

Lyrics:
First I rise up out of the coffin, make some coffe then I start my day
Smoking weed and busting raps and making beats and getting paid
Shipping these orders out like crack, and cracking busters in the face
Fuck you stupid bitches, theres no bitch up in my DNA
You can hear this oldschool wickedshit from like eight blocks away
Swerving through the city in a hearse, up to the spot you stay
When you come out Ima dumb out, get my axe and chop away
Split you into sections, destined to a disrespectful grave
Take your body parts out to a field and let you rot in piece
Flies get to buzzing in my head, when I even think about the rotten meat
I stop before I leave
I take my time arranging your remains into a secret sacred circle, piece by piece
Ever since I could remember, I wanted to dismember
Anyone who even ever made me question their intentions
Depression aint shit when you got voices in your head
That tell you to rip your intestines out, and throw em over a bridge, next
That happened to me in real life, Dylan Ross, I really live this wickedshit
It make no sense to me, if it only stem from fiction
I dont fit any description
Motherfuck your G-O-D, I worship me, and Im on a mission with my own religion
I am the higher power, father final hour
He who worship the self preservation of Lila Fowler
Yeah, Im high as fuck
This valley isnt sweet
All this milk is rotten, and the honey is sour
Dylan keep it living, murder rapping so extensive
Most offensive methods of dissection that I cannot mention
I dont give a fuck about a thing if it dont give me presidents
watch, as I mutilate the minds of these religions idiots

I come equipped with the shovels to be diggin yo grave

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Shovels

Ana Mix Vol. 1: Ana With Tha W

03. Twenty Dollar Rock

06. Fahrenheit

dl - bit.ly/2V5JYXb | Prod. Dylan Ross

https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams https://soundcloud.com/teamsesh

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All I know, is all I'm told
And from what I'm told, I'm holy, I'm holy

I'm zaggin' to the max, blowin' stacks and blowin' racks
Molly ain't my type of woman hoe, I'd rather fuck with caps
I might break you off some bap, but I never give you dap
If you think you got some ana, state your business with my strap
I'm buckin' off the map, and I'm lookin for the cap
Lookin' for the chewin', watcha doin', drop it in my lap
Let me know what you about, if you think that you can ride
Ice skatin' in the century, bumpin' TeamSesh inside
In the subs I got that work, young n thuggin' like lil turk
Pushin' product just like burt, 100 grand in Gucci purse
I can get it drastic, but you do not want it to be worse
If my anger bubble burst, I'm makin' hollow tips disperse
From the grave I'm reppin' SESH, bury me in kevlar vest
Got some ana on my chest, I simply cannot let it rest
I might put you on the track, and see if you can pass the test
Pimpin' as a mack, I gotta keep my wealth all to myself, SESH

Dopin' by myself, pimpin' bitches off the shelf 
It's the skinny white pimp, motorola's on my belt 
Bitch I came from the grave, words crawlin' through my veins 
Blood drippin' from my bones, switch blade up on my waist 
Bitch I'm rollin, I'm zonin', my eyes closed and I'm flowin' 
I disappear when I'm goin', feed her pills and tell her call me in the morning 
No, I ain't afraid, to take, a mother's son away 
I stay with me, some killers that will fight for me 
Ridin' around, just me and you, blowin' dope out the fuckin' roof 
Ash cover my dashboard, I'm a living legend, that's just the truth 
Ridin' around, just me and you, blowin' dope out the fuckin' roof 
Ash cover my dashboard, I'm a living legend, that's just the truth 
You've always known, just what I wanted to do, wanted to do

All I know, is all I'm told,
And from what I'm told, I'm holy, I'm holy 
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Drip Day Afternoon

Holy Boys ft. Bones

Dylan Ross - Holy Boys ft. Bones

dl - bit.ly/2V5JYXb | Prod. SHMX

https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams - https://soundcloud.com/politicalwitchcraft & http://twttr.com/shmx_

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My diet is liquid
Mostly purple and green
I got a' bag full of dreams
And it drips at the seams
Been alive 22 years and still don't know what it means
Justa buncha ups and downs livin' on triple beams
I don't pop any beans
I just fuck with the juice
Poppin' caps off a' stems
Later I'll see the truth
Feeling like Water World
Feeling like I am trapped
Feeling like I'm running in circles and then comin' back
To the same place
Mask on with the same face
So I approach the world with a permanent game face (yeah)
I see the future I could tell you how the rain taste (crisp)
Keep a distance ho and stay out of a mang's face
Dip my head in purple drank and let my brain baste
I've never been to Based World but I've been to Dripped Outerspace
Out of body experience like I'm taking powders laced
With other drugs I don't even understand how to take
Set your house a blaze
Went on a trip around the world, but really I was just kickin' it on the couch for days
Woke up dehydrated with cavities and diaper rash
I don't grind for cash, I just let the shit fall in my lap (Scheiße)
Like a German I'm working wood wheel turning
Element come rollin' and I'm still burnin'
Handzum Boys is the institution and bitch I'm earnin'
Rural suburban disturbance kick haters in the sternum

I'm just posted up
House shoes on with the Honey Berry blunt
If you really real then you already know what's up
Leanin' on the porch with the morphine in the cup
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Rozz Dyliams - The Hovering Eye

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