Steppin to mine
You will find
d**h and fantasy intertwined
Deep inside tales of the k**er that walk in the corn stalks late at night
Some in the air say it just ain't right and what you feel is not a test
Committing surgery on you busters, when the hatred make me stressed
Chopping you into confetti, with the machete, into a bloody mess
Never mistarget as if i was sparking hollow point ballistics up into your head
Hit up your funeral, just to laugh, as they lower you cold and dead
You say you want wicked sh** but you don't really want it when you see just how wicked it gets
There ain't no safety when Dylan gets pissed
I'm drowning you b**hes in piss, after you get pissed to whipped to sh**, I'll have you wishing
You could give your children one more kiss
I'll send your baby mama your severed dick in the mail
But the rest of you coming up missing
You tied to a chair with the tank top and gasoline all dumped all over you about to get lit
Enemies burn, when u turn
You don't know hatred, watch and learn
Imma let the missile sizzle till u grissle in the urn
Come feel my deadly words, my fantasies consist of you and your homies faces crying slowly dragging on the curb
All you see is d**h, when u look into my eyes
Rigor mortis creeping, feeling stiffing up your spine
Eyes opened, fingers twitching shaking, then you die
Will your spirit drift away or get caught up in ledawy
Eyes opened wide, on the dead person was the only thing that ever scared me as a child but now its old mind
Life is fine, buckin these b**hes down before they waste my time
But i take my time to leave the paramedics baffled asking why
Think you a k**er, but you're just a [?] nothing to a k**er like Dylan Ross
Jumping up on the scene looking meaner with every step i walk
Gangsta walking, lets get buck, put your sign, throw a four
f** the rapping lately, I've been doing human butcher work
Evil man in delicatessence since the the Castle of Depression
Moving on to bigger and better things to keep my pocket stretching
Stretching just like spandex money bag
In another bank i keep on grinning
Keep on sinning, knocking busters off and breaking down their women
Most these b**hes think they something
Because they got female genitals
I don't give a f** you idiot, bring me money b**h
You still ain't special
You don't get no special treatment
Treat these b**hes just like rags
Act up ho and deal with this cuz i dont deal with all of that
Haters talk sh** until Dylan come up from the ashes and then they start falling back
Don't come to me or no studio, G
If you want your wifey and your daughter back
Strangled f**ed and hacked to pieces
Treating them just like the twamper sack
Family vacation, destination meathook where you'll all be at
All you see is d**h, when u look into my eyes
Rigor mortis creeping, feeling stiffing up your spine
Eyes opened, fingers twitching shaking, then you die
Will your spirit drift away or get caught up in ledawy
Eyes opened wide, on the dead person was the only thing that ever scared me as a child but now its old mind
Life is fine, buckin these b**hes down before they waste my time
But i take my time to leave the paramedics baffled asking why