Rozz Dyliams - Violent D Insane

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

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

Pro. Dylan Ross

Lyrics:
I heard somebody say they want the wickedshit
Put your bitches hand in a blender and flip the switch
Dylan killin any idiot on sight
If they even so much as have the potential to even look suspicious
Come around here, and youll probably be safe
But if Im outside, you get juxed in seconds
Catch you at an intersection, pull the plug and make you lose connection
Leave you severed, disemboweled, and dismembered
Yeah, the killing spree never stops
In the dark, as I grit my teeth, thinking about cops
And all the wrongdoings of the law
Piggies get molested infront of they families, with a chainsaw
Smash your bass and dick with a hammer til you go into shock
And then I shockingly detach your brain and skull
Young knuckle up, young the world is mine, and I dont give a fuck
About anything, but the buck buck

Theres an unexpected house guest, all up in your house now
Reloading, and now Im finna rinse it out
Let the adrenaline pump
Feeling something like a black market human gland adrenaline bump
My hand gets my knife, and my brain tells my hand
Its societies fault, go machete em up
The world keeps spinning, it just does what it does
I put the bloody chunks of human meat in the freezer
Just because

Im a house guest
Yeah
Im unexpected

R-O double bloodhound dogface, covered in maggots
Coming to kill ya, soon as I get ut this crawlspace
Im about to give all yall a taste
Of a psychopathic tendency haver, that have a lot at stake
Fucking with me, catch a sawblade to the head
Then you get left for dead, with litres of blood coming out your face
With much frustration, you cant pinpoint the location
Of the vacation house on the lake

Theres an unexpected house guest, all up in your house now
Reloading, and now Im finna rinse it out
Let the adrenaline pump
Feeling something like a black market human gland adrenaline bump
My hand gets my knife, and my brain tells my hand
Its societies fault, go machete em up
The world keeps spinning, it just does what it does
I put the bloody chunks of human meat in the freezer
Just because

Im a house guest
Yeah
Im unexpected

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - House Guest

Pro. Dylan Ross

Lyrics:
Enter the mind of a serial killer, you dont understand the drama Dylan bringing
To anybody who think that they superior to the almighty high priest of the wicked shit
I got no boundaries or barriers, when I start sniffing your bitch ass out, just like a terrier
All I wanna do is bury you, deep in area 51, organic material
Rot underneath the hot sun of the desert, where noone will find you but I wont forget it
My violence is just a vehicle for my emotion to come out the way that I meant it
Divine executioner pushing this shit to the limits, extending the sentences
All aboard SS Inevitability, I will leave more victims than the Titanic did
If you ever saw me in person, you know I look more like a rabid pitbull than a human
Im booming this murderous energy deep in the brains of the stupid, Im using, controlling them
Holding them under my spell, its the wickedest this side of hell
All the confusion come from the other Dylan that reside and hide inside of myself
Its the sinister
Scorpius brain. Enter in my maze and you get lost for days.
If I see you, Ima leave you hacked up in a hundred ways
If you reach the end you see my surgery chamber, with all different kinds of devices
That leave you trapped in a world of immediate danger
Dangerous fool with a knack for serving out the punishment to enemies who make my temper flare
Until I cannot manage
Right before you die, I put a family portrait in your face
And watch as one-by-one, your family members start to vanish.

Scorpy

Buckin up in this bitch for the second installment of senseless slaughter
Brutally waltzing all over your body, first I split you open then embalm you
If you want a glimpse inside my mind, then baby, take a look
Through my window, you will find a torse swinging from a hook
Back and forth and to and fro as Dylan Dahmer downstairs cook
Puddles of brains and other things, and force feed you this cannibal mush
On the daily, aint no way that youd ever escape and walk
But if you did, I bet youd wait and pray to get hit by a truck
What the fuck
Its the undisputed kingpin of assault
I got Scorpius thoughts up in my brain, but maybe its not my fault
All I wanna do is kill ya, choke ya, smoke ya, like a blunt
Put my knife inside your neck and drag it down til it hit your guts
Pull em out with both my hands and stretch em out like rubberbands
And only leave behind some pieces for the roaches to inspect
When the butcherman say "Jump", everybody fucking jump
And when the butcherman get angry, everybody getting turned into ground chuck

Aw yeah
Once again
Straight up out the deep, dark depths
Of the motherfucking underground
Once again
And Im pulling all your programs
Im pulling all your files
All you inferior species across the galaxy

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Scorpy

Pro. Dylan Ross

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_0a4ryE2VOc

Lyrics:
I got insane issues, up inside my brain tissue
Bout to send a heat seeker to find you that cant miss you
Anybody try to protect you get the same issue
And they cant stitch you back after dirty Dylane hit you
Splatter and split you to fit you inside the chipper
Im turning you into food for the caterpillars, you dumb bitch you
Cant nobody save you from the wrath of Dylan
Psychotic villian, dosia demon, dreaming of keeping my pockets fillin
In my murder manor with chains hangin off my ceiling
Many a time they get the prize I left, but never caught the killer
Needed to lure em in somehow, so now you get the picture
Even bout to get a new furnace to burn these bitches quicker
Nobody love you so I cremate you and get a bag and fill it up, and throw it out
Cause nobody coming to pick you up
I drop you on the judas cradle, then you go to heaven
Just another spanish inquisition torture method murder victim

Knock you down on to the ground, and cut your head off then I fuck it
Fuck your brains out as I watch em fall into a plastic bucket
When I was young I got corrupted
Now I think that people can hear every thought that Im thinking
When I go out in public
If you dont fuck with me youre a stupid dumb idiot
That doesnt like anything that resonates or has any substance
So I gotta do something, either by providing homicide
Or you not taking it anymore, and finally jumping
Just another worthless meatsack, just another statistic
Scraped and scooped off of the sidewalk, with exposed intestines
I give you way less than a six foot hole to rest in
Turn this scene into a body decomposing session

(Dylan Ross)

Rozz Dyliams - Grave Rot VIDEO LINK IN DESCRIPTION

Rozz Dyliams - Science Lab

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)

Rozz Dyliams - Weather World

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