Yeah

Cut the head off the basilisk, in the grass hunting

Anybody coming after me, get no pass from meOh 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