Dylan Ross - 252 lyrics
Dylan...Dylan..Dylan It's time to get up It's time to tell a story Dylan It's time to get up Tell us an autobiography Hey It's time to get up Dylan It's time to get up It's time to get up It's time to get up Dylan My younger cousin shot himself inside his bedroom My older cousin hung himself in a motel room My younger cousin used to break my toys and be mean to me My older cousin used to show me cool sh** and teach me things Taught me to stay away from the hard sh** and how to swing these things My little cousin didn't do sh** except blow out his brains He had every material possession you could ever want His parents tried to buy his love but never even let him have his own f**in' thoughts Growin' up my family Would joke about the day that one of my aunts kids would snap and follow my mothers uncles way f** my stupid mama, she's on hospice, I don't give a f** cause I don't love her anyway She got tumors in her eye from having cancer three times and smoking a f**in' pack a day My mama was an idiot for having me because her life didn't have direction Skinny little crank who*e gettin' railed out by a strange old junkie with no protection Then the second week of January 1991 came around She was walking around midway mall with my grandmother or some sh** trying to get me out I was late What the f** is my fate How the f** is my brain supposed to grow with all this starchy poor person food on my plate Given the circumstances life is great even when it's abysmal MMR vaccinizzile, high functionizzle, autizzle, juggalizle Come follow me down to the trails of the afterbirth of the young jake jeckel My mom married the man who raised me and I saw her turn a rock into a piece of gravel I don't have any allegiance to my family But my dad and my brother and Joan Marie, the most beautiful lady My agoraphobic dead grandmother Maybe I just have different values and I'll never f**in' get it Maybe I just missed it and I never got the stupid potato people catholic guilt genetics Just a bunch of f**ing fools The only thing i ever k**ed was a frog when I was six, cause I wanted to be like the other kids that went to public school I got addicted to masturbating When i was five and they must have known but understood it as much as I did at that time in my life I remember when I was little a badman took me to get my blood taken Its a blur what happened after but I got taken to strange place and I got desecrated Was it a dream, would someone do that to an innocent child out of spite If it was a dream how come for my whole life I still think about the sh** every night Sometimes I think about my great grandmother on my grandpas side Sometime in the forties, right after she had electroshock therapy her hair turned white One time in New Philadelphia, one of my cousins was on the salt Started hearing voices in his head, so he took an axe and chopped a hole in his apartment wall When he broke it down And finally got to the other side It was the family that lived next door that were some of the voices in his head that night He and his brother were the first kids that broke me and my brothers toys n' sh** And when they were toddlers they sat in the back and watched their crackhead mom in the front s** dick I remember the creepy Christian lady that took care of the kids when they got taken away Hated my mom called my family pagan and then forced me to pray When I was eight, one morning, going to the library to get a stack In the industrial park in Strongsville, I saw dead people cause they flipped on the tracks It was four sets of feet all lined up underneath a big white sheet That's what you f**ing get, you get k**ed in your stupid little crushed up Jeep My mom got mad cause it made me happy, but I needed it more cause i wanted it and it made me feel better about everything that happened to me before Having had many different conversations in my head with many different Dylans Having visions of plague, whipping down Sprague, whenever I start reminiscing 252 (x16)