[Dylan Ross]
Yeah
Handzum [x4]
Yeah
Depressive Tongue and I am Dylan Ross
I'm coming up out of the motherf**ing north
And I'm ‘bout to do you hoes
I will shoot you hoes, and
Attend the funky funeral
I supply you with senseless violence
But what's the movement, though?
Two, the o's of Cuban blow
And get f**ed by a groupie ho
Future other baby mama, never
I only trickle
Young Eizeil, slangin' chicken
And candy flippin'
I'ma run her home and blaze weed
And get some wonder dome
And f** her to thunder dome at the same speed
If you were curious
As to the set I claim, G
Handsome Boys til' I die
And when I do
Reincarnate me
I know you hate me with
My wicked sh**, scary stuff
I could k** your labor
With one frack if I cared enough
But it would never be
Worth it for me to air you up or
Or anyone other than myself
‘cos I still don't care enough
Unnless you hit me with d**
And you're high in my apparel
Dripped Out God
Buy one for me in time's apparel