For the wild narrative which I'm about
To tell and either expect or ask for belief
It would be mad to expect such a thing,
In a case where my own senses reject their evidence
Yet I'm not mad and I surely do not dream
Deep up inside of the brain of the mane
Know it's Double Z bitch I've been doing my thing
If you can not see me dripping over the scene
For eternity let it be mystical surgery
Dylan up early to surely get
Wickeder than anyone that you ever done saw
Keep this wicked shit down and I'm minuter sewing
A minute or less I be breaking it down
Wood after wood young tales from the hood
Handzum and good at shit you never understood
And you still never will if you read a million books
If you take my courses you will get hooked
Baby Baby D I'm what you need I'm kickin' Dylan-ectics
Modern science
A mental regression and I'm steady gripping my massive aggression
Not to mention
Marketing strategy,
People try to analyze me but still they can not comprehend it
Got so much game when you looked at me your
Head exploded but bitch it's the way that I'm livin'
It is a given that Dylan is better
Than anyone who ever attempted this shit
If anybody step up to me I hit em' with
Something that leave em' with visions of heaven
Pimps don't pay no taxes but I pay my penance
I go and get my cash up and I spend it
Everybody hate me, I don't give a fuck I just do what I do
The hustle never end and the story gets gorier with every second
Dylan is disturbed and demented
Put me out who got beef
Bitch I am the cheeba bloody scalps hanging off my fences
You bitches don't have no defenses
I been booming up with these highlander murderer methods
On top of the hill The Castle Of Depression
All boarded up almost beyond recognition
Ignition a fire to everything cease to
Exist when my physical harm to it's bidding
Hovering, Hovering, Hovering, Hovering, Hovering
The Hovering Eye
Hovering, Hovering, Hovering, Hovering, Hovering
The Hovering Eye