Dylan Ross - Crystal World lyrics

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Dylan Ross - Crystal World lyrics

I've been seven Ever since i had a [?] and a jelfringe on some stainless metal pendant sh** Still up on that same d**h to all you lames, k**er coward Toss a virgin in the flame Imma get you hooked on something that'll make you go insane and have you juckin like the Maneo[?] The voice inside my head had told me Dylan brainwash em with the funky music that you make I don't know a girl named Keena but I think I've seen her with your mama checking her foot veins Flip the f**ing streets out with the product I cook I got em hooked up on the message Imma stay whippin, up in hell's kitchen Highly explosive contents under heavy pressure Look deep into my eyes I gotta get out of this place f**ing with me isn't wise f**ing with me is on a different plane of fuddy duddy goofgoof error Imma bring the terror, Imma let it hammer deep down inside your brain 'till it dies God I did my best, and so I'm headed out west It was all good, till I saw the Standiem in cardiac arrest Shoutout to my girl Aileen Wuornos sobby, looking like that every day Cuz a g-like R O double Z zag, by the brick, by the key, by the weight Back to the honey cone, hideaway, Imma stay paid, off a d**h meth All that fast living gonna catch up to you soon, so if you can now, catch your breath I gotta get some exercise, I gotta get my rocks off, I gotta get up on a new enterprise Let it eat the walls of my house, seed it up from the inside out I don't give a f**, Imma stay cooking dope, bag it up, push the b**hes out Imma have you tweeking off the tweesum, jizzm jizzm jizzm all the way to prison Is it strawberry? Is it blueberry? Is it white? You all right with the business Feeling like a f**ing fly up on the wall, watchin all y'all scratching itching Feeling like a god of d**h on underground mortishing pharmatision murder mission You gotta mix it up, if you get too deep off in the mix then go to church and hope the lord above gon fix you up Rozzy with that oil burner, burn you with the foil turn you into walking dead, straight to the head, you witness your own murder