Rozz Dyliams - Weather World lyrics

Whos that smooth young pale baldhead slick talkin mothaf**a from the midwest Gotta get next, international man of misery, Rozz touch down like incest f** a friendship, f** a job, f** a b**h, anything other than clockin benjamins in excess All because I make music, a lot of people think its okay to try to be all up in my business And speaking of business, the perversion of the music industry has no limits Dylan so voyeuristic, watching the whole sh**fest go down from a distance Steady dodging a bullet everyday, but when it finally hits me is when I pray to god it misses Sometimes I feel like my mama took me out of heaven and put me here on purpose What kind of planet is this? I dont dig this, I dont get this or get with this, but while Im here Ima ride for me and mine And Ima get it all, Ima ball til I fall tax-free and unlisted Most unknown from the oh-one-oh, blunt rolled, one mo, Dylan gotta get the indica Anybody wanna flex a little bit of evilness inside em, Ima knuckle up like Menacide and finish it And get em nervous, packing something that will make em numb in my lip service I get to working when I awake, its Young Jake Jeckel with the helly burner Lifes a b**h, if Im the b**h that might get hitched to her, then Ima be Dylan Turner Ike turn the Judas Cradle spike, hater murder, b**h I get paid for murder Murder for hire, baby better believe Im finna deliver whatever I gotta to let em know that I gotta get it Split it a hundred percent among me, one deep, planet rock 2k, pay me money Snappin bands that bounce like a bungee, take what I want, won't get sh** from me Ill take you down to weather world Let it rain, rain down on you