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