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rozz dyliams - guts lyrics

[intro]
this dat 2 o’ 6 sh-t, mane
r o double z
seattle
still commiting acts of surgery

[verse 1]
bring me the payroll back
i’m packing some that will break your back
i’m lacking stacks and i wanna satisfy my hunger with my strap
dylan got a feeling when i’m on it
get up on a motherf-cker, that i gotta straight eviscerate him
with a cap
get em ready to get wrapped up in a black bag
put the mask up
with the brain matter in his lap
pap pap, you can’t ignore me
scorpy get it gory just like (?)
what you know about a thuggish horror story of the underworld
you hoes is getting kidnapped
bust you b-tches in my city
hate me, green with envy when they see the double z do everything they wish they could
but they don’t get the game and can’t avoid that all my sh-t slap
imma get this, imma get that
if i wanna, imma get that
all i wanna get that sick satisfaction mashing out
after pushing a b-tches wig back
with the a to the r to the keitzi
or with the teensie weensie
burner thing
back to the grim murder scene
i’ll put your block in a state of emergency
e-mergency
von frankenstein
bodies on my 9
when it’s drama time
with an evil grin i’m pouring out the gin
and then it’s going down, another murder rhyme
negative thoughts like volume 9
looking like a k!ller
what you gon’ do?
the voices in my head are like a hundred people trynna cram inside a f-cking phone booth

[chorus]
guts
all over the ceiling
all over the floor
all over…
everything
guts
all over the walls
all up in the sink
all up in the drain
cloggin’ it
guts
all over the ceiling
all over the floor
all over…
everything
guts
guts

[verse 2]
it was that 2 o’ 6 northwest k!lla sickness that left his guts and brains all over everything
i’m contemplating how to never leave a witness
if you wanna a death, dr. dylan coming through to you to fill up that prescription
steady smoking fire, homicide for hire
get away without a shred of evidence up on the scene
getaway clean
cut you from the neck down to the spleen
step inside a primal urge of k!lling
cuz it keep me up and going like amphetamine
make ’em motherf-ckers feel agony and pain with the thang
when i’ll let it rang out, sang out
when i cave in and let my anger get the best of me
can’t avoid the void
paranoid boy with the schizophrenic tendencies
all i wanna do is keep it true and do the least i gotta do for stacking g’s
heavy case, no print, no face, no trace, no felonies
i’m at the back do’ quick, grabbing on my d-ck
thinkin’ bout the d-mn forensic team
player steady slippin’, tripping off of the infection in my head
i’m steadily sippin’ up outta the bottle o’ bambizzle
thinkin’ bout how i be making them rest in peace
with an evil grin
let my self in
i even got my own set of keys
just another b-tch imma feed to the maggots and homicide is in my tendencies

- rozz dyliams lyrics

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