Eight Eighteen

[Produced by: Contact Lens]

[Verse 1: Dylan Ross]
When I die I want an open casket no matter the damage
Bury me in all black with a mishka hat and a message
Reading that I never thought I related truthfully to a sedated community but hatred it beautifully scripted in every single fucking word that I speak
Word to your mother I never utter a word to police
Reppin' Pizza Click with the lettermans and burgundy crease
Lean got me happier than a convict on early release
24 Karat 22s what I consider a piece
Bad bitch giving dome look like Frenchie from Grease
Ana Korina is what I want no rust no sleep
But when it comes to money women are a deadly disease
The same goes for time and aspiration
The rhyme is no patience if it isn’t doggy I’m cool with masturbation
Brain built like a brick house relentless on cubensis
Excellent penmanship but hard to trust like a black dentist

[Verse 2: Dylan Ross]
Whether or not relevant I’m still developing shooting everything up in sight like the movie Elephant
Recently stepped back on the scene like what the hell is this
I'ma remain abstinent come back when your shit gets straightened out
Because the only thing I think most artists understand is how to piss you off and try to keep you from your bands
I’m schizophrenic sometimes I wanna cut off my hand but when I’m medicated I’m a zombie that can’t even stand
Life isn’t happy or fun but I’m still trudging
Rap Game curmudgeon fat like a Clump family luncheon
The master of the dungeon I can feel my brain malfunction and turn into something even more covered in fungus
So the output is heavy and humongous
Humungo
Flapping with my ears like Dumbo
North side local busta killer midwest stoner gang representative and an avid safety deposit box filler