Paramedics Letra

Deep inside tales of the killer that walk in the corn stalks late at night
Some in the air say it just ain't right and what you feel is not a test
Committing surgery on you busters, when the hatred make me stressed
Chopping you into confetti, with the machete, into a bloody mess
Never mistarget as if i was sparking hollow point ballistics up into your head
Hit up your funeral, just to laugh, as they lower you holding dead
You say you want wicked shit but you dont really want it when you see just how wicked it gets
There ain't no safety when Dylan gets pissed
Im drowning you bitches in piss, after you get pissed to whipped to shit, I'll have you wishing
You could give your children one more kiss
Ill send your baby mama your severed dick in the mail
But the rest of you coming up missing
You tied to a chair with the tank top and gasoline all dumped all over you about to get lit
Enemies burn, when u turn
You dont know hatred, watch and learn
Imma let the missile sizzle till u grissle in the urn
Come feel my deadly words, my fantasies consist of you and your homies faces crying slowly dragging on the curb

All you see is death, when u look into my eyes
Rigor mortis creeping, feeling stiffing up your spine
Eyes opened, fingers twitching shaking, then you die
Will your spirit drift away or get caught up in ledawy

Eyes opened wide, on the dead person was the only thing that ever scared me as a child but now its old mind
Life is fine, buckin these bitches down before they waste my time
But i take my time to leave the paramedics baffled asking why

Think you a killer, but youre just a [?] nothing to a killer like Dylan Ross
Jumping up on the scene looking meaner with every step i walk
Gangsta walking, lets get buck, put a sign, throw a four
Fuck the rapping lately, ive been doing human butcher work
Evil man in delicate descents since the the castle of depression
Moving on to bigger and better things to keep my pocket stretching
Stretching just like spandex money bag
In another bank i keep on grinning
Keep on sinning, knocking busters off and breaking down their women
Most these bitches think they something
Because they got female genitals
I dont give a fuck you idiot, bring me money bitch
You still ain't special
You dont get no special treatment
Treat these bitches just like rags
Act up ho and deal with this cuz i dont deal with all of that
Haters talk shit until Dylan come up from the ashes and then they start falling back
Dont come to me or no studio, G
If you want your wifey and your daughter back
Strangled fucked and hacked to pieces
Treating them just like the twamper sack
Family vacation, destination meathook where youll all be at

All you see is death, when u look into my eyes
Rigor mortis creeping, feeling stiffing up your spine
Eyes opened, fingers twitching shaking, then you die
Will your spirit drift away or get caught up in ledawy

Eyes opened wide, on the dead person was the only thing that ever scared me as a child but now its old mind
Life is fine, buckin these bitches down before they waste my time
But i take my time to leave the paramedics baffled asking why