Dylan Ross - Shovels lyrics

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** you stupid b**hes, theres no b**h up in my DNA You can hear this oldschool wickedsh** from like eight blocks away Swerving through the city in a hearse, 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** 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** It make no sense to me, if it only stem from fiction I dont fit any description Motherf** 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** 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** 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