Thinking About Your Death

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