Paramedics Rozz Dyliams

[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