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lirik lagu basilisk – cemetery drive

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[verse one – thiago]
cut the head off the basilisk, in the gr-ss hunting
anybody coming after me, get no p-ss 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 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
youngin’s stepping to me saying that my shit is old time
i been lo-fi since before you called it lo-fi, b-tch

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 grown to exist
what is jar jar binks to the four five, six

[verse two – chris wright]
when i die, put the bullet on my tombstone
sorry who are you? couldn’t tell like it’s a new phone
covered up in gold, buried underneath a dark sky
if you trying to rob me you gon’ have to find the clue scroll (b-tch!)

pharaoh cloth wrapping me, caught in this catastrophe
you ain’t been same since we dropped, boy that’s sad to see
captain’s at the wheel, you don’t want to be a casualty
lost in my lane, if you hating, get the savagery

doubled up on bad investments
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 p-ss 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 p-ssing
cause it’s all in the fist, like the heart of the dragon
you a p-ssionate kid, but you old now, what happened?

[chorus – polearm]
want my cash little b-tch? didn’t think so
please don’t ever hit me up on my cellphone
said my cash low b-tch? didn’t think so
better get the price right, this ain’t plinko
want my cash little b-tch? didn’t think so
please don’t ever hit me up on my cellphone
said my cash low b-tch? didn’t think so
better get the price right, this ain’t plinko

[verse three – cloud mac]
i want that cash money, rap money
everything is trash money
b-tch i feel like jimmy neutron
’cause i got that blast on me

watch my wrist it does glisten, fridge
you is just a pussy b-tch
i can tell ’cause your moms dressed you in that rip and dip

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
b-tch i feel like harrison
i’m a fucking fugitive

[verse four – miles powers]
b-mping mcr, sony mdrs on me
i fill up every bar, fully feel my empty heart
jody highroller never love a b-tch, 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 k!ll 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 till 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

- cemetery drive

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