Basilisk
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โฑ๏ธ 3:15 duration
๐ ID: 8880649
๐ Lyrics
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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.69] Yeah
[00:02.10] Cut the head off the basilisk, in the grass hunting
[00:04.11] Anybody coming after me, get no pass from me
[00:06.92] Oh my god, this is blasphemous, they don't blast for me
[00:09.53] Just trying to get this fast money, you a crash dummy
[00:12.30] Fill my heart with the darkness, I feel like Ansem
[00:14.69] Get them grumpy at the game, oh, they're Arin Hanson
[00:17.37] SP where I came boy, I stay advancing
[00:20.16] CRT ghosting, I am Danny Phantom
[00:22.74] Shit, I'm going off on tangents, still I get the cosine
[00:25.61] Lay them on they back, wait, that shit is no lie
[00:28.27] Younging's stepping to me saying that my shit is old time
[00:30.71] I've been Lo-fi since before you called it Lo-fi, bitch
[00:34.22] In a bull fight pit, trying to hold my shit
[00:36.64] Wave a flag same color as a old spice stick
[00:39.14] Read the scrolls I writ, how you've grown to exist
[00:41.71] What is Jar Jar Binks, to the four five six?
[00:44.65] When I die, put the bullet on my tombstone
[00:46.68] Sorry, who are you? Couldn't tell like this a new phone
[00:49.23] Covered up in gold, buried underneath a dark sky
[00:51.86] If you're trying to rob me you're gonna have to find the clue scroll
[00:54.75] Pharaoh cloth wrapping me, caught in this catastrophe
[00:57.19] You ain't been the same since we dropped, boy, that's sad to see
[01:00.02] Captains at the wheel, you don't want to be a casualty
[01:02.56] Lost in my lane, if you're hating, get the savagery
[01:05.38] Doubled up on bad investment
[01:06.85] Probably try if I had contestants
[01:08.56] Got 'em gasping like asthma breaths and
[01:11.00] They all mad, looking sad and desperate
[01:12.87] Love the looks that I get, when I pass pedestrians
[01:15.53] And all the words that you got ain't
[01:17.00] Mean shit when the devil speak in Latin
[01:18.67] You can possum and piss on yourself when he passing
[01:21.35] 'Cause it's all in the fist, like the heart of the dragon
[01:23.82] You a passionate kid, but you old now, what happened?
[01:26.80] Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so
[01:29.05] Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone
[01:31.81] Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so
[01:34.37] Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko
[01:36.91] Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so
[01:39.76] Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone
[01:42.38] Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so
[01:44.99] Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko
[01:47.87] I want that cash money, rap money
[01:49.40] Everything is trash money
[01:50.53] Bitch, I feel like Jimmy Neutron
[01:52.01] 'Cause I got that blast on me
[01:53.21] Watch my wrist, it does glisten, fridge
[01:54.78] You is just a pussy bitch
[01:55.80] I can tell 'cause your mom's dressed you in that Rip and Dip
[01:58.65] Yeah, welcome to the Black Parade
[01:59.75] We saving face like labor day
[02:01.05] We doing shit the fatal way
[02:02.45] You cannot keep up with the pace
[02:03.78] It's cloud mac with that booky shit
[02:05.02] Music biz, lucrative
[02:06.22] Bitch, I feel like Harrison
[02:07.63] I'm a fucking fugitive
[02:09.08] Bumping MCR, Sony MDRs on me
[02:11.53] I fill up every bar fully, feel my empty heart
[02:14.10] Jody Highroller never love a bitch, could've made the league
[02:17.13] Rap game whoever, just throw a name on the beat
[02:19.43] The flow is ever discreet, I am anything but
[02:21.69] Like our denim we tough, so tie an enemy up
[02:24.57] And I'll fry them granted he fucked, the ire in me is spilling over
[02:27.55] Akin to cobras how I spit before I kill them slowly
[02:30.19] Rest in peace, tearing throats open like they mezzanines
[02:32.93] Blow like Desert Eagle let the smoke up out my chest to breath
[02:35.57] Keenly coded with the meanest kinda motus
[02:37.97] And the coldest soul eroded no condolence 'til I'm older, got a
[02:40.95] Callous style it's all malice a foul paladin
[02:43.13] Silence I found solace in sliding these sly talons in
[02:45.95] Blessed with maligned madness and chatter that chall acquiesce
[02:48.34] Black is my soul agonous bragging, we so back in this
[02:51.30] Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so
[02:53.46] Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone
[02:56.07] Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so
[02:58.61] Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko
[03:01.48] Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so
[03:04.15] Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone
[03:06.91] Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so
[03:09.33] Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko
[03:12.21]
[00:02.10] Cut the head off the basilisk, in the grass hunting
[00:04.11] Anybody coming after me, get no pass from me
[00:06.92] Oh my god, this is blasphemous, they don't blast for me
[00:09.53] Just trying to get this fast money, you a crash dummy
[00:12.30] Fill my heart with the darkness, I feel like Ansem
[00:14.69] Get them grumpy at the game, oh, they're Arin Hanson
[00:17.37] SP where I came boy, I stay advancing
[00:20.16] CRT ghosting, I am Danny Phantom
[00:22.74] Shit, I'm going off on tangents, still I get the cosine
[00:25.61] Lay them on they back, wait, that shit is no lie
[00:28.27] Younging's stepping to me saying that my shit is old time
[00:30.71] I've been Lo-fi since before you called it Lo-fi, bitch
[00:34.22] In a bull fight pit, trying to hold my shit
[00:36.64] Wave a flag same color as a old spice stick
[00:39.14] Read the scrolls I writ, how you've grown to exist
[00:41.71] What is Jar Jar Binks, to the four five six?
[00:44.65] When I die, put the bullet on my tombstone
[00:46.68] Sorry, who are you? Couldn't tell like this a new phone
[00:49.23] Covered up in gold, buried underneath a dark sky
[00:51.86] If you're trying to rob me you're gonna have to find the clue scroll
[00:54.75] Pharaoh cloth wrapping me, caught in this catastrophe
[00:57.19] You ain't been the same since we dropped, boy, that's sad to see
[01:00.02] Captains at the wheel, you don't want to be a casualty
[01:02.56] Lost in my lane, if you're hating, get the savagery
[01:05.38] Doubled up on bad investment
[01:06.85] Probably try if I had contestants
[01:08.56] Got 'em gasping like asthma breaths and
[01:11.00] They all mad, looking sad and desperate
[01:12.87] Love the looks that I get, when I pass pedestrians
[01:15.53] And all the words that you got ain't
[01:17.00] Mean shit when the devil speak in Latin
[01:18.67] You can possum and piss on yourself when he passing
[01:21.35] 'Cause it's all in the fist, like the heart of the dragon
[01:23.82] You a passionate kid, but you old now, what happened?
[01:26.80] Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so
[01:29.05] Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone
[01:31.81] Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so
[01:34.37] Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko
[01:36.91] Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so
[01:39.76] Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone
[01:42.38] Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so
[01:44.99] Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko
[01:47.87] I want that cash money, rap money
[01:49.40] Everything is trash money
[01:50.53] Bitch, I feel like Jimmy Neutron
[01:52.01] 'Cause I got that blast on me
[01:53.21] Watch my wrist, it does glisten, fridge
[01:54.78] You is just a pussy bitch
[01:55.80] I can tell 'cause your mom's dressed you in that Rip and Dip
[01:58.65] Yeah, welcome to the Black Parade
[01:59.75] We saving face like labor day
[02:01.05] We doing shit the fatal way
[02:02.45] You cannot keep up with the pace
[02:03.78] It's cloud mac with that booky shit
[02:05.02] Music biz, lucrative
[02:06.22] Bitch, I feel like Harrison
[02:07.63] I'm a fucking fugitive
[02:09.08] Bumping MCR, Sony MDRs on me
[02:11.53] I fill up every bar fully, feel my empty heart
[02:14.10] Jody Highroller never love a bitch, could've made the league
[02:17.13] Rap game whoever, just throw a name on the beat
[02:19.43] The flow is ever discreet, I am anything but
[02:21.69] Like our denim we tough, so tie an enemy up
[02:24.57] And I'll fry them granted he fucked, the ire in me is spilling over
[02:27.55] Akin to cobras how I spit before I kill them slowly
[02:30.19] Rest in peace, tearing throats open like they mezzanines
[02:32.93] Blow like Desert Eagle let the smoke up out my chest to breath
[02:35.57] Keenly coded with the meanest kinda motus
[02:37.97] And the coldest soul eroded no condolence 'til I'm older, got a
[02:40.95] Callous style it's all malice a foul paladin
[02:43.13] Silence I found solace in sliding these sly talons in
[02:45.95] Blessed with maligned madness and chatter that chall acquiesce
[02:48.34] Black is my soul agonous bragging, we so back in this
[02:51.30] Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so
[02:53.46] Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone
[02:56.07] Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so
[02:58.61] Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko
[03:01.48] Want my cash little bitch? Didn't think so
[03:04.15] Please don't ever hit me up on my cellphone
[03:06.91] Said my cash low, bitch? Didn't think so
[03:09.33] Better get the price right, this ain't Plinko
[03:12.21]