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Rozz Dyliams - Little Esther

Dylan Ross - Rubbernecking A Mirror

Make It Quick!

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WE AINT THE SAME

Dylan Ross - Ten Toes (ft. Sortahuman)

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

sybyr - Teach You To Be Lonely (prod. Eurt Apatea)

Faith, Hope, Charity

Rozz Dyliams - Want

When im on the road, we go zoom
Fast enough but not enough to go boom
Im like King Tut without the ice
Full of ice, that aint me, but i like
Lil shine, had to tell me get right.
Had to hurry up& catch this flight
All these reaching niggas reaching for the hype
Thats how i know im coming up, cause they bite
I go from rocking current mood to some Nikes
Shawty seeing all the boots we bouta match
Dressing like my raver self looked like I crashed
Wanna do 400 solid on a dash
Tryna get like 50 acres n a mule
Turn that mule into a steed we finna rule
Turn this whole bitch back to Timbuktu
Where we pay in gold like thank you

When im on the road, we go zoom
Fast enough but not enough to go boom
Im like King Tut without the ice
Full of ice, that aint me, but i like

07 Zoom Prod Nurture & James Gorczyca

dl - bit.ly/2V5JYXb | Prod. Do$age

https://soundcloud.com/rozzdyliams - https://soundcloud.com/dosagemusic

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I'm thinking about this woman I severely miss
Problem is I don't know if she knows that I exist
I mean I know she knows but I don't know to what extent
I'm staring up at the ceiling
Smoking relieving stress
I have so many memories I never think to keep
But when I have a memory of her, i'm sinking deep
She's on my mind so much it's getting hard for me to sleep
So when I finally can its a bitter sweet release

I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning, i try)

As I look up at the full moon 
I wonder if she's somewhere looking at it too 
I know it sounds like garbage but it's really true 
And what I feel is not far as from what I really do 
I could always sense when she got closer to my space 
I think I saw her cross the street but didn't see her face 
I had to see if it was her and so I chased 
Lost in the sea of people, she was gone without a trace

I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just say it)
I'm caught up in this thought I can't express, adequately (just meaning, i try)
---

Drip Day Afternoon

Expressions

Dylan Ross - Expressions

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 - Little Esther

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