Rozz Dyliams - Masters Of Homicide lyrics

[Verse 1: Rozz Dyliams] A k**er with a crooked brain. Beat knocker Hit you with that thang that'll put a dip up in yo f**in' posture Give it up for the multi-tasker. Hit 'em up like a monster One time for the murder master, as I ignite the whole block up I got a need to k** in me How do I shake this villiany? How do I deal with this, and how do I think these evil thoughts up Homicidal villian, kickin' k**a game Like a wise .45 to the fetus to take away its pain Dylan 'bout to make a stang. I tear you up from limb to limb In front of your b**ha** family, then I take you out the game Doin' it, doin' it. Put your head in a vice, and screwing it In a barn. In the woods. Where no one know the evil that do exist While tetnis needles in your body f** you and your mans raw Split you in half with my bansaw Stack all the pieces in bags, and drag y'all Right behind the building, and let the rodents have at y'all (Rozz) Masters Of Homicide (Taking them out. Snuffing them out. Burning them up) Masters Of Homicide (Spooky sound) Masters Of Homicide (Cut them up. Choppin' up into tiny bits) Masters Of Homicide (Leaving a newborn baby s**ing the milk out your severed tits) [Verse 2: Scum] Creeping up on a happy couple, pulling a gruesome bloody double Homicide, when the knife inside of a gut, I cut from side to side When your limbs are tied with your own intestine, hoping you'd die But you won't. Im best in making this fun go on and on And your suffering, I'ma just prolong Motherf**a like me is what they calla human hater Sooner or later when we meet, I'ma greet your face with a hammer blow sh** I f**in spit is raw like the dick of an angry masturbator Pretty faces mutilator, loving to let the crimson flow Buck buck buck, Im gonna be shooting up this party Droppin' a body after body, let the bodies hit the floor Drowning pool I'm about to use when I'm out of ammo for my shottie Holding their heads under the water, theres no bubbles anymore Then I'ma set this house on fire, yo Im freshly out of water Having to use it for the slaughter, leaving us none to put it out Let that motherf**er burn, and the ones inside alive They oughta wish they died, when they had the chance And I bet they do when I hear them shout (Scum) Masters Of Homicide (Taking them out. Snuffing them out. Burning them up) Masters Of Homicide (Spooky sound) Masters Of Homicide (Cut them up. Choppin' up into tiny bits) Masters Of Homicide (Leaving a newborn baby s**ing the milk out your severed tits) [Verse 3: Rozz Dyliams] k** 'em all. f** 'em all. Make 'em all pay I'ma stay knocking busters off until my dying day I awake from a nightmare, excited by the hate You might find a trace segment, but you'll never find a tape I exterminate weak b**hes blinded by the faith Try to pray the f** up out the fact you gonna die to day Try to make me laugh, it's the lunatic psychopath On a funky b**h k**in' rage-filled warpath I'ma stay damaging Everything you stand for Dylan stands for independent waste management Early in the morning stuffing victims up in body bags And all my body bags came from stealing them from ambulances Cannabis is on my brain all the time No duh. No dip, dimwit. Dylan make quoda Many murder victims and I don't need no momentos Got a shrine in my mind, full of prized individuals (Rozz) Masters Of Homicide (Taking them out. Snuffing them out. Burning them up) Masters Of Homicide (Spooky sound) Masters Of Homicide (Cut them up. Choppin' up into tiny bits) Masters Of Homicide (Leaving a newborn baby s**ing the milk out your severed tits)