The Hovering Eye

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