text: Coming from another realm Im a work of fiction and Im never coming back Im running back into the mind of Howard
  Lovecraft plague mask in the back gas is irrelevant Im traveling on fuel from the shadow of Hephaestus flames
  Crafting a blade for me so I may faithfully run up into WBC and decapitate anything that I see
  Funny how ignorance makes me so mean
  Like when a motherfucker believe anything he read or see on TV
  Knee deep into propaganda, better pop a hand of xans
  If youre too pussy to handle your life like a man I cant relate Im on another plane
  Can somebody tell me how to live and breathe and die a mortal way?
  Ima lost cause, really hate
  Never gonna wanna belong, pardon while I burn sage
  Everything I read lead me to believe maybe one day
  Ima be apart of something so much greater than me
  When I perish get the kerosene and burn me to oblivion but dont make a scene
  I need privacy so the prophecy may be complete and I merge with the mages of ethereality
  Count on me when I am finally free I will watch you while scrying in the sea
  Underground catatonia
  I found a scroll in Rome from a secret map I found in Macedonia
  Fuck this music, I dont got the time to even hate cause I got secret service people from the Vatican approaching, bruh
  What you tellin me?
  Ill shoot an apple off your wifeys head and miss
  And hit the bitch in the head like William Lee
  A murderous eight dimension night breed killa Dylan be
  Clip on my hip and the chip on my shoulder turned into the monster next to me
  Bloodline Illuminati 666 lizard people all around me man
  Rozzy really bout to take a trip to North Korea and come back a brand new man
  Coming back and founding Dylananastan
  To build a wall to separate me from the stans
  Bitches wanna hold my hand
  But they dont even know about the demo of my favorite band
  Dylan got the stamina to keep it goin
  90s baby getting buck like Pretty Tony
  I dont got no time for phony rap baloney
  We gon fuck the bitch and have a ceremony
  Mask on face
  Weapons in my place
  A hundred million bodies Ima concentrate
  Anybody with a cheerful disposition
  Who believe in heaven might just meet their fate
  Dylan throw it, tell the bitch to go wide
  Fuck around, participate in homicide
  From sea to shining sea, a Christian Holocaust
  A pagan neo-Judaistic genocide
  Yesterday I got so fumin angry that
  I stabbed myself in the thigh with a fork
  What you know about the wretched wicked shit like the atrocities of Malachi York?
  Busted and dusted like an angel that just lost its way
  And we all gon die anyway so fuck it, mane
  Mind gone straight lost in a fog of haze
  Two brothers from the housing authority
  Came to take your kids and dogs away