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Like a psychopathic lunatic

[Verse 3: Rozz Dyliams]
Bitch I'm back - back to back - back to dropping back to back
Know you need me
Hard to see me you just might get cataracts
With a death wish in my glass and some rocks inside my bag
If you look at me again you just might just have a heart attack
Bitches tryna weasel in it ask me can they hit the pack
Hell nah you stupid idiot woman go and hit the track
Said they want the old Dylan so I went and brought him back
Blood type Wood and this type of wood don't ever crack
All night flight straight to Austria some playa shit
(?) on my bitch and she know better not to pitch
Any fit in my direction Dylan rock a vintage fit
I've been looking like a villain ever since I was a kid
I've been coughing more than lately as I'm taking off the lid
I put a 8 in my (?) I'll touch bases in a bit
Young Dylan who I am and I know you know the score
Still a freak and still a pro
Freak at mackin' a hoe

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