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letra de shovels - rozz dyliams

first i rise up out of the coffin, make some coffee then i start my day
smoking weed and busting raps and making beats and getting paid
shipping these orders out like crack, and cracking busters in the face
f-ck you stupid b-tches, theres no b-tch up in my dna
you can hear this oldschool wickedsh-t from like eight blocks away
swerving through the city in a he-rs-, up to the spot you stay
when you come out ima dumb out, get my axe and chop away
split you into sections, destined to a disrespectful grave
take your body parts out to a field and let you rot in peace
flies get to buzzing in my head, when i even think about the rotten meat
i stop before i leave
i take my time arranging your remains into a secret sacred circle, piece by piece
ever since i could remember, i wanted to dismember
everyone who even ever made me question their intentions
depression ain’t sh-t when you got voices in your head
that tell you to rip your intestines out, and throw em over a bridge, next
that happened to me in real life, dylan ross, i really live this wickedsh-t
it make no sense to me, if it only stem from fiction
i dont fit any description
motherf-ck your g-o-d, i worship me, and im on a mission with my own religion
i am the higher power, father final hour
he who worship the self preservation of lila fowler
yeah, im high as f-ck
this valley isnt sweet
all this milk is rotten, and the honey is sour
dylan keep it living, murder rapping so extensive
most offensive methods of dissection that i cannot mention
i dont give a f-ck about a thing if it dont give me presidents
watch, as i mutilate the minds of these religious idiots

i come equipped with the shovels to be diggin yo grave

- rozz dyliams

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