Rozz Dyliams - Thinking About Your d**h lyrics

Woke up early Saturday morning cellular phone was ringing No it wasn't I was buzzin' off the function yesterday that I partook in All of a sudden I'm outside Showered and dressed and ready to ride On anyone who ever tried the man who skin em' alive and take they hides Step inside the barn of the naked enemies who cross my path of life Don't pa** the knife I won't pa** it back Ima keep that sh** cradled up right by my side f** the conformity Dylan is sicker than syphilis inside a ten year old with a facial deformity told that she's going to disneyland but instead left in the wilderness With her four year old little brother right behind her asking when the parents will come back and find them This real wicked sh** from the mind of a psychotic serial interior designer Designing the walls with guts of s*uts that I lost interest in And fairweather friends and businessmen who deliberately manually sent me spam Creeping like the way a maggot crawl Getting busy with the son of sam law I don't take a day out to see a band I take her out back to see a bandsaw Dylan cut the meat up and I put it in a bag and put it in a hidden shadow in the property in the back y'all f**in' with the k**a gonna get you down up in a minute ain't no way that you can even comprehend or grasp on (ahhhh you will pay.....pay) Every since it happened you can't even stand to be alone Show us on the doll where he touched your mans with the tony Pointed at the head then started to break down cause mans brains got blown Bad man Rozz in the danger zone when I'm angry you b**hes ain't safe no more I don't give a f** about a thing I'm bout to split her everything up in my vision make me chicken Got me clicking Got me on a murder mission Got me stuck on murder avaenue like Bushwick in 93' and I'm racking hella revenue Really Rozzy run up on them and rowin' em then buck on them I'm coming so hyper that you would think I was on Funkytown Swinging like a pagan juggalo that got some mental problems can't nobody f** with Dylan Ross just like [?] vagina I'ma find ya if I really wanna k** ya Imma filling another shallow grave, pop [?] Tie you all to stakes and treat every individual member of the family like a motherf**ing baseball If you got a problem with a man who make the rain fall Take the meat up out the freezer baby let the steak thaw Got infection all up in my head, I'm just a sorry sack of sh** who never understood what love is so I hate y'all Hatred is a virtue of a lonely person but I'm learning as I'm getting older, but I'm happy I can hate yall Said that I would never go back to the CASTLE OF DEPRESSION so I build a brand new castle, can nobody break the walls Hanging out, in the dark, cuttin my teeth so damn hard, thinkin about people just being in light Don't get me started I don't wanna live no more Contemplation of a masturbation under barrel of the .44