Guts Rozz Dyliams

[Intro]
This dat 2 o' 6 shit, mane
R O double Z
Seattle
Still commiting acts of surgery

[Verse 1]
Bring me the payroll back
I'm packing some that will break your back
I'm lacking stacks and I wanna satisfy my hunger with my strap
Dylan got a feeling when I'm on it
Get up on a motherfucker, that I gotta straight eviscerate him
With a cap
Get em ready to get wrapped up in a black bag
Put the mask up
With the brain matter in his lap
Pap pap, you can't ignore me
Scorpy get it gory just like (?)
What you know about a thuggish horror story of the underworld
You hoes is getting kidnapped
Bust you bitches in my city
Hate me, green with envy when they see the Double Z do everything they wish they could
But they don't get the game and can't avoid that all my shit slap
Imma get this, Imma get that
If I wanna, Imma get that
All I wanna get that sick satisfaction mashing out
After pushing a bitches wig back
With the a to the r to the keitzi
Or with the teensie weensie
Burner thing
Back to the grim murder scene
I'll put your block in a state of emergency
E-mergency
Von Frankenstein
Bodies on my 9
When it's drama time
With an evil grin I'm pouring out the gin
And then it's going down, another murder rhyme
Negative thoughts like Volume 9
Looking like a killer
What you gon' do?
The voices in my head are like a hundred people trynna cram inside a fucking phone booth