Belly Up

[Intro]
Dylan Zachariah Ross born January 14th, 1991 now ordained high priest and master of all things magic both white and black. Highly revered among many circles dealing with the occult as both the poet loriat of the underworld and the leading most innovative esoteric beautician. During his 21 year involvement in the ancestral arts he's only given this statement

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
I'm still practicing highlander Scottish witchcraft
As I gracefully trace a spell with my finger upon the curvature of a bitch's back
I write a verse until my wrist snap and get faded until I fade to pitch black and wakе myself up in mid laugh
The son of a butcher with a pеrmanent pig mask
I keep this shit more underground than where the missing kids at
In the backyard I'll leak bundle coke brick stack a stairway to the stars and continue to grip axe
I'm not a positive rap herb
You wanna get distracted from reality go listen to Syntax
You wanna see it follow me and we can lick tabs and I'll show you how to make a beautiful scene get bad
Head still spinnin' like a vest tax from the high and take a last year what some might consider a mishap
Or a bad decision but those who view it as such it's safe to say only go through life bearing restricted vision

[Chorus]
It's time for me to get the hell up and whip another spell up to leave anyone in my path of destruction Belly Up
I'm bout to get the hell up and whip another spell up to leave anyone in my path of destruction Belly Up
Ayo, It's time for me to get the hell up and whip another spell up to leave anyone in my path of destruction Belly Up
I'm bout to get the hell up and leave anyone in my path of destruction fucked

[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
Head in the cloak and I'm up in smoke
Muscle deteriorated from all the shit I used to do when I wasn't as broke
Intentionally distraught to bring on erotic visions of homicide through esoteric methods I was taught
Taking a flight to Milan it will suffice to sacrifice a leggy blonde and dispose of her in the nearest pond
The type of fear I'm on is the deepest drug I've encountered if I had a million pounds of it I'd be less of a monster
I keep the altar right beside the bed to make an offering cause everyday is a day that I start life again
I'm feeling kind of like the rhyming dead
I'm about as depressed as I was when I made Lincoln but times a 10
But I can always come up with a justification of a woman stuffed in a trunk after being snuffed in the basement
Evil my aim is the rest is just logistics
My bloodline consists of ancient Aryan mystics

[Chorus]
It's time for me to get the hell up and whip another spell up to leave anyone in my path of destruction Belly Up
I'm bout to get the hell up and whip another spell up to leave anyone in my path of destruction Belly Up
Ayo, It's time for me to get the hell up and whip another spell up to leave anyone in my path of destruction Belly Up
I'm bout to get the hell up and leave anyone in my path of destruction fucked