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Kill Dyll
Kill Dyll
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pranav Nagarajan
Pranav Nagarajan
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Dylan Matthew Fessenden
Dylan Matthew Fessenden
Composer

Lyrics

Blast 'em with bullets, we roll up with six
Deal with the passer, we smoking your friends
Hear what you saying, don't say it again
If I catch you still talking, you're Kennedy's kid
Fuck in a minute, that **** is cooling it
Aiming the piece with a hollow and bullet
Hang in the back like a **** on mullet
If you talking smack, then I'm talking to bullets
Face on the shelf, I'm battering the grape
Fuckers are petty, baddest of the pipe
You fuckers are ready when I'm on my fate
Just look at the past and why the reason wait
Rippin' a squirrel, I'm a killer like Dyll
You got strippers to pay, I got money and bills
Shoot out the window, hang out at the cell
Find out where that boy live and pop him out a pill
Fuck life at it's strife when you're lazy in spite
People that matter but talk to me right
Don’t talk to me stupid, I know that you're useless
Just like the dragon, you meetin' me toothless
Stack out a rhyme that might take out your life
Feining a kill, I might fein in a fight
Slick like a tick, I feel fine when I'm sick
You a rat like a mouse, shout-out Minnie and Mick
Chunge munge by my appetite
Think you are safe when you sleep at night
Easy to me is just how it'll be
When I blow fifty rounds out the front of the piece
Titanic don't crash (Is that not what happened?)
Crime out of passion (I'm lacking compassion)
The bullets of ration (I'm not even back yet)
I'm ready to invest in it
Bass blown, taste chrome (Agh!) (Chrome)
Take own, halos
Bass blown, taste chrome (Agh!) (Chrome)
Take own, halos
Boy, I'm the king of the sea
Beef with my kief, she finna lift to hold on to my piece
Places to be but nobody could be
Body sink to the bottom like curb on my tee
You're hurting to be a new version of me
It is arrogant to see you a servant to be
Murder the beat, put a verse on the tee
What's up 'cause if you think I'm working for free
Chunge munge, yeah, the hump is dumping
Passed away but then the hump is left as something
Drumming dummies how I'm making mummies
I'ma aim the piece and lead up on me nothing
Punky junkie that been acting funny
I'ma cheat the league to keep the peace and loving
But I'm sick of shit, but these irritants
So belligerent, 'cause we different
Handing out lobotomies, make sure you can barely breathe
Spacing your brain like you're into astronomy
Hopper's been an anomaly, pastor been a prodigy
Run with the peace on the seats, do not talk to me
Wave in this bitch with a blade and a click
Money come right to me 'cause I made in this bitch
Slave to the rich, who are made just a bitch
To make M's, you need M's, nothing came from an itch
Drown you like Jack, I'm like closing the boat
You a ship that will sink, I'm the iceberg afloat
Anchored on business, I talk as I tote
When I leave you in water like you was an O
And the pastor actin' like an awkward bastard
Fast at work, but I'm working backward
Nothing working, all these friends are serpents
And my mind is certain, I'm the ending curtain
Hollow churning out the forty five, Coraline, how I sow your eye
Hang you up like a busy line, just to expedite and demonetize
Fuck what they talkin', I can't hear what they say
Steady work like a clock, and I get paid anyway
Bass blown, taste chrome (Agh!) (Chrome)
Take own, halos
Bass blown, taste chrome (Agh!) (Chrome)
Take own, halos
Having the flow like a boat
We put ourselves, so I talk what I talk when I keep what I own
Beam in the chrome, vanish your home
Then I click and then click with the air at your dome
I'm on the wall like a French girl, ball for the pencil
Talk out your dreams, catch a guard to the dental
Ready to go, ready to end up ripping them ridiculous
Disappear this body in the sparks of a meticulous
So this is the ship they say is unsinkable...
It is unsinkable...
God himself could not sink this ship...
Now as the water level rises...
And the forward compartments start to flood...
The bow goes down... (Laying down to rest, I premeditate)
The stern rises up... (I'm the world machine set to termin—)
Destroying subs like it's OceanGate
I'm the only Titan that will dissipate
Laying down to rest, I premeditate
I'm the world machine set to terminate
If it was up to me, then you would suffocate (Yeah, yeah)
Too many lost, but I'ma vindicate (Yeah, yeah)
My heart is colder than the fuckin' ocean (Yeah, yeah)
Let you drown and then you bet it caused commotion (Yeah, yeah)
May my next emotion leave you motionless (Yeah, yeah)
Rip you open like the iceberg did (Yeah, yeah)
Want it blue, but I'ma turn it red (Yeah, yeah)
Crisis inside my own self conscience (Yeah, yeah)
When I implode, more than five are dead (Yeah, yeah)
Deprive your brain of fucking oxygen (Yeah, yeah)
My tired wishes tell your fucking life (Yeah, yeah)
And now I send it to your fucking head (Yeah)
Fuckin' everybody wanna be a fucking victim, I don't fucking care
Put everybody underwater, maybe I'ma slaughter, I don't really need a check
Something that really just bothered me
All of you cons and all of these pussies have left
Watch 'em unfold, I'm decapitating
Yeah, I fuckin' hated that they never were dead (What, what?)
Watch 'em lie (What, what?)
Watch 'em die (What, what?)
Watch 'em cry (What, what?)
Watch 'em die
OceanGate was fuckin' great
Puttin' billionaires in hell
Next time we should put some fuckin' politicians there as well
Written by: Dylan Matthew Fessenden, Pranav Nagarajan
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