Dylan Ross - The Blast Chamber lyrics

Face like a hound with that wicked psycho sound Goons stand down from the anger in my frown A k**er with a crooked jaw you know I'm f**in' down Get off the corner before you get lights out I don't need to k** ya I'll just let ya do it now I'm from a different world you don't know sh** about You can try all that you want You can try to pay your way in But at the f**ing day's end All I do is count I look a little more like Dracula the more I count All you do is rack em' rack All I do is rack out It was always too risky to sell d** cause I wanted to have too much to lose And so I had to choose a different route It all comes with a price though cause at the end of the night I start hearing whispering going on inside of my house And when I wake up its a brand new day I still manage anyway even if the voices are loud Living trapping bedlam is an issue but I'm riding And I slide like 95 but I ain't ready yet to bounce k**er from Lorain County seek you like a bounty hunter But all I wanna do is to put you in the ground Dyliams never finna die just like a wicked clown No matter where I'm going I'm still 4-4-0 bound You don't know sh** Get yo dome hit I'll make it open like a lotus and your brain will pop out Whats the word now Dylan is a mean man I just wanna watch you fail and lose everything that you have I'm stuck inside a world of mackin' and I'm feeling trapped Cause there so much sh** that I wish I could unlearn but I can't Now its time to go back Henwell and Brokaw Get your neck broke off for f**ing with my camp No jive boy, Dylan goin' live boy Roll up in the pro five and leave your pro clubs damp Mind of the savage paper chasing money free Who operate above the law because the game is free You f**ing with my cartel You do more than pay as you go Cause for the rest of your f**ing life you pay it up to me But I still k** ya anyway no matter what you offer Cause I control your fate so you disappear like Hoffa Now we bout to pull a deadly stang unlike no other Flashbacks of riding in the Buick with my brother I love the smell of rotting d**h more than the smell of cash I am the wicked sh** I don't need no make-up for a mask R O Double Z is synonymous with the sounds of apocalypse ain't no way for me to be anonymous and so its time to blast Welcome to the blast chamber Trapped inside a life of anger Momma should have used a hanger So now I pose a deadly danger [x2]