paroles de chanson Thinking About Your Death - Rozz Dyliams

Woke up early Saturday morning cellular phone was ringing
No it wasn′t
I was buzzin' off the function yesterday that I partook in
All of a sudden I′m outside
Showered and dressed and ready to ride
On anyone who ever tried the man
Who skin em' alive and take they hides
Step inside the barn of the naked enemies who cross my path of life
Don't pass the knife I won′t pass it back
Ima keep that shit cradled up right by my side
Fuck the conformity
Dylan is sicker than syphilis inside a ten year old girl with a
Facial deformity told that she′s going to
Disneyland but instead left in the wilderness
With her four year old little brother right behind
Her asking when the parents'll come back and find them
This real wicked shit from the mind
Of a psychotic serial interior designer
Designing the walls with guts of sluts that I lost interest in
And fairweather friends and
Businessmen who deliberately manually sent me spam
Creeping like the way a maggot crawl
Getting busy with the son of sam law
I don′t take a date out to see a band
I take her out back to see a bandsaw
Dylan cut the meat up and I put it in a bag and put
It in a hidden shadow in property in the back y'all
Fuckin′ with the killa gonna get you down up in a
Minute ain't no way that you can even comprehend or grasp on

(Ahhhh you will pay... ahhhh)

Ever since it happened you can′t even stand to be alone
Show us on the doll where he touched your mans with the tone
He pointed at the head then started to
Break down cause man's brains got blown
Bad man Rozz in the danger zone when
I'm angry you bitches ain′t safe no more
I don′t give a fuck about a thing I'm bout to
Splatter everything up in my vision make me chicken
Got me clicking
Got me on a murder mission
Got me stuck on murder avenue like
Bushwick in 93′ and I'm racking hella revenue
Really Rozzy run up on them and rowin′ em then buck on them
I'm coming so hyper that you would think I was on Funkytown
I′m swingin like a pagan juggalo that got some mental
Problems can't nobody fuck with
Dylan Ross just like a sewed up vagina
I'ma find ya if I really wanna kill ya
Imma fill another shallow grave, pop
Bitches hella way hot
Tie you all to stakes and treat every individual
Member of the family like a motherfucking baseball
If you got a problem with a man who make the rain fall
Take the meat up out the freezer baby let the steak thaw
Got infection all up in my head,
I′m just a sorry sack of shit who never
Understood what love is so I hate y′all
Hatred is a virtue of a lonely person what I'm
Learning as I′m getting older, but I'm happy I can hate yall
Said that I would never go back to the CASTLE OF
DEPRESSION so I built a brand new castle, can nobody break the walls
Hanging out, in the dark, grindin my teeth,
So damn hard, thinkin about, people just bein alive
Don′t get me started I don't wanna live no more
Contemplation of the masturbation of the barrel of the .44