Dylan Ross
Holy Man Asleep
I got hatred for the world and it stain my sheets
If you think you need some death, I got the delivery method that you need
Pull you out the game like weeds
Make you turn your mixtapes in for a pile of worthless trinkets and beads
Population will decrease
You lost your will to live, but kill to eat
I kill what ever i want thats in my way, then have my feast
Fuck you, and fuck whatever you think
Holy man asleep , if you got some ana mine has increased
As I raise up out the indonesian smoke, with mystic shit up in my brain
An all around portrait of a killa
If i have to kill ya ima do it. R O double Hack Benjamin. Im suited
But your bitchass dont understand what come after recruitment
Even before you all got brainwashed, you were already stupid
Now you defend a land that stand for little more than just an illusion
I keep it movin', animalistic, with my fangs out droolin
Leaving you drawn and quartered for the Lord, for thinking something foolish
Releasing the energy of endless death of every single soul who thought they could get next to me
Get your OT levels up to a thousand at least, if you thinking 'bout testing me
Lately it tend to be most of the industry got extra chromosomes so they been lookin to me for dependency. Let it be known that i will never help you with anything
Ill let you suffer alone in your shit til the feces is breeding diseases and festering
Peter the Hermit got hitters that hit your bitchass up for everything
On me
Rozz never let a soul escape
Live
Everyday like Baldurs gate
As a holy man w my own holiday
I dont want to go to church on any other day