Paramedics

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Step in the mine, you will find death and fantasy intertwined Deep inside, tales of the killer that walk in the cornstalks late at night Somethin' 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 miss target as if I was sparking hollow-point ballistics up into your head Hit up your funeral just to laugh, as they lower you, cold and dead You say you want wicked shit but you don't really want it when you see just how wicked it gets There ain't no safety when Dylan gets pissed, I'm drowning you bitches in piss After you get pistol whipped to shit, I'll have you wishing you could give your children one more kiss I'll 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 dumped all over you about to get lit Enemies burn, wait your turn, you don't know hatred, watch and learn I'ma let the missile sizzle 'til you gristle in the urn Come feel my deadly words My fantasies consist of you and your homies faces crying, slowly dragging on the curb [Bridge] I'm 'bout to tear they ass up now Teach these young boys a lesson now [Chorus] All you see is death when you look into my eyes Rigor mortis creep in, feel it stiffen up your spine Eyes open, fingers twitch and shake and then you die Will your spirit drift away or get caught up in the divide? Eyes opened wide on a dead person was the only thing that ever scared me as a child but now it's old mind Life is fine, bucking these bitches down before they waste my time But I take my time to leave the paramedics baffled, asking why [Verse 2] Think you a killa, but you're just a minnow, nothing to a killa like Dylan Ross Jumping up on the scene, looking meaner with every step I walk Gangsta walking, let's get buck Put your sign, throw a fork Fuck the rapping, lately I've been doing human butcher work Evil man in delicatessen since the the Castle of Depression Moving on to bigger and better things to keep my pockets stretching Stretching just like spandex money bag, in and out the bank I keep on grinning Keep on sinning, knocking busters off and breaking down they women Most these bitches think they something because they got female genitals I don't give a fuck you idiot, bring me money bitch, you still ain't special You don't get no special treatment, treat these bitches just like rags Act up hoe and deal with this 'cause I don't deal with all of that Haters talk shit until Dylan come up from the ashes and then they start falling back Don't 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 a twamper sack Family vacation, destination meat hook where you'll all be at [Chorus] All you see is death when you look into my eyes Rigor mortis creep in, feel it stiffen up your spine Eyes open, fingers twitch and shake and then you die Will your spirit drift away or get caught up in the divide? Eyes opened wide on a dead person was the only thing that ever scared me as a child but now it's old mind Life is fine, bucking these bitches down before they waste my time But I take my time to leave the paramedics baffled, asking why