Basilisk

Yeah Cut the head off the basilisk, in the grass hunting Anybody coming after me, get no pass from me Oh my god, this is blasphemous, they don't blast for me Just trying to get this fast money, you a crash dummy Fill my heart with the darkness, I feel like Ansem Get them grumpy at the game, oh, they're Arin Hanson SP where I came boy, I stay advancing CRT ghosting, I am Danny Phantom Shit, I'm going off on tangents, still I get the cosine Lay them on they back, wait, that shit is no lie Younging's stepping to me saying that my shit is old time I've been Lo-fi since before you called it Lo-fi, bitch In a bull fight pit, trying to hold my shit Wave a flag same color as a old spice stick Read the scrolls I writ, how you've grown to exist What is Jar Jar Binks, to the four five six? When I die, put the bullet on my tombstone Sorry, who are you? Couldn't tell like this a new phone Covered up in gold, buried underneath a dark sky If you're trying to rob me you're gonna have to find the clue scroll Pharaoh cloth wrapping me, caught in this catastrophe You ain't been the same since we dropped, boy, that's sad to see Captains at the wheel, you don't want to be a casualty Lost in my lane, if you're hating, get the savagery Doubled up on bad investment Probably try if I had contestants Got 'em gasping like asthma breaths and They all mad, looking sad and desperate Love the looks that I get, when I pass pedestrians And all the words that you got ain't Mean shit when the devil speak in Latin You can possum and piss on yourself when he passing 'Cause it's all in the fist, like the heart of the dragon You a passionate kid, but you old now, what happened? Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko I want that cash money, rap money Everything is trash money Bitch, I feel like Jimmy Neutron 'Cause I got that blast on me Watch my wrist, it does glisten, fridge You is just a pussy bitch I can tell 'cause your mom's dressed you in that Rip and Dip Yeah, welcome to the Black Parade We saving face like labor day We doing shit the fatal way You cannot keep up with the pace It's cloud mac with that booky shit Music biz, lucrative Bitch, I feel like Harrison I'm a fucking fugitive Bumping MCR, Sony MDRs on me I fill up every bar fully, feel my empty heart Jody Highroller never love a bitch, could've made the league Rap game whoever, just throw a name on the beat The flow is ever discreet, I am anything but Like our denim we tough, so tie an enemy up And I'll fry them granted he fucked, the ire in me is spilling over Akin to cobras how I spit before I kill them slowly Rest in peace, tearing throats open like they mezzanines Blow like Desert Eagle let the smoke up out my chest to breath Keenly coded with the meanest kinda motus And the coldest soul eroded no condolence 'til I'm older, got a Callous style it's all malice a foul paladin Silence I found solace in sliding these sly talons in Blessed with maligned madness and chatter that chall acquiesce Black is my soul agonous bragging, we so back in this Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko