Rozz Dyliams Naderland Lyrics

Well
Let me take you on a trip down Henwell
None of the bullshit drama that you ever start will end well
Predator in the hen house
Ten toes. Ten down
Pimpin' these idiots just dolemite but Dylanmites in town
Drippin' up on the scene
Mug on mean blades chop like laser beam
Creepin' around with no pass in my neck of the woods is the shit get you wiped away clean
Plucked off of the green and haphazardly dumped in the middle of a field
Player steady sippin' on the jug of Rossi right before I go and do a little mission I don't wanna feel
I don't wanna feel
I don't wanna feel
I need to kill so must I kill
I got you in my danger zone my world of chaos shit is real
Thunderstorms are warnin' you that you should have stayed home and chilled
But now you trapped in weather world with tornados on my battlefield
Ima let the dogs get ya
Rip ya into shreds
Pig father is back
You think I'd ever stop you must be high on crack
A lonely sad person on angel dust you remind of that
You want me to send you back, right up back, to your uncles farm in Ohio, man?

Welcome to Naderland
A lotta tornaders, man
Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip
Whippin through
Welcome to Naderland
A lotta tornaders, man
Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip
What you gonna do