[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
Never thought I had a gothic flow
Never repped Death rock or gothic yo
I’ma kill a motherfucker with a sock of stones if he wanna get to looking at my pockets yo
And I’m steadily smoking out til’ my eyes looking just kinda like Margaret Cho's
With a little red right in the middle I’m kinda like a box of Marlboros
Any killer where the mic be at get off the stage and invite me back to thy crib so I can fuck thy bitch and probably swipe thy sack
No homo, I’m talking bout weed in the glad wrap bag that’s what I need yeah thank you please
Will you break your knees for me when I break these trees
Quick dip on the way back in the back of a Maybach and I’ma break these trees
Til’ I barely don’t wanna walk or talk and forget how to recite my ABC’s
I know amazing things they got in the 6 0 4
Before this job interview I think I need a mentos yo
Philosophizing and writing kinda like Plato
Picked up the mic and couldn’t help sounding just like (?)
I’m on a bit of a payroll got a bit of a bankroll and I’m blazing the hottest fire so I never stay cold

[Chorus: Dylan Ross]
I know things amazing things
I know things that you wanna know
I know things amazing things
I know things that you wanna know