Dylan Ross - Creepy Crawlin lyrics

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Dylan Ross - Creepy Crawlin lyrics

[Intro: Dylan Ross] You know uh pale masochistic fella like myself Hefty guy like Mr. Rage Have no problem admitting that we have issues Ya know being that we are From white middle america And the deeper you get into the uh ya know the filthy underbelly of white middle america The more you realize that these issues are flaunted More than they are just accepted and admitted And ya know on tracks like this These are ya know I would admit that these are cry..cry for help songs No matter how you look at it f** b**hes [Verse 1: Dylan Ross] I don't bleed the block, mane I make it seep First I count my money, then I count some sheep The way I'm functioning got you thinking that I'ma creep But I am though Bury them bodies deep I got a mental diagnosis that would make you shutter I got some cutters to cut up the children and the mothers I'm on some other next level 50,000 miles above your head an I'm probably not coming down in a while I am a Salem Witch I will strangle a b**h Mangle the clit until she's feeling the stang with an itch f** your brain with a fist and uh-vaporate into mist So if you're pissed You can spray 10 AKs but you'll miss I feel great when I'm dissed I'm fulla hate, no 8 and a 5th I could leave you 8 and get away with your whip Its easy to say that I'm great at this sh** It's also easy to say that since I'm white I'm gonna get away with this sh** [Hook] [Verse 2: Mr. Rage] I'm on that other stuff I got that southern swag Creep Crawly sh** y'all don't know bout none of that Chopping up yo body who*es put it in some garbage bags Leave a note that says I did it, with my autograph I slaughter tracks I'm talkin' murder mane I keep that heater on me Don't make it burn ya mane I keep that shovel in the trunk and it ain't no thang To wrap your body up its under this dirt mane You can't stop me, I stay golden Like a who*e at a rave mane I leave you brain moldin' Midnight [?] creep crawlin I got demons in my head call the exorcist homie It's me and D Ross drinkin I'm dirty south just like speed [?] is I'm bout mines so I'm choking a b**h f** with me and get a cost of chips Leave her p**y wet dumping that hoe in a ditch ugh [Hook]