Basilisk Songtext
von Slayden

Trying to find a way, another lane, another trip to make
It all sound the same, just cloning like Drake
But the Ghostboy better, he don′t never hit the brakes
Making tape after tape, "but the quality's bad"
Yeah, get your ears raped
Couldn′t give two shits bout your radio play
And I couldn't care less bout the money or the fame
Doing what I do best, they all love it when I rage
But I'ma trying to find a beat, find my vibe
Another field day, rapping in circles I don′t really know what else to say
Honest with the filler, they all just repeat the same thing
Can′t put it any realer, fuck your car and chain swang
Fuck your feelings, fuck your art, I'm winning in the blame game
Just trying to set the stage, put my words in the air
So when I′m headed to the grave. got a message left behind
We all feel the same pain, we all sin the same ways
Blame after blame, shame change the way that we live and we think
All afraid to get a little hate, opening my gate
Give a fuck bout the sound, hear my story, set my fate


Back on beat, I ain't rapping Lil B, but I do feel based, not God, I′m me
I'm Slayden from Cheatham, honestly, I′m a freak
All I do is get high, beat my dick, rap bad, eat shit
Watching Trailer Park Boys on my dad's Netflix
Cause I can't afford my own, I be broker than a bitch
Blew my money on some dope, fast food and a switchblade
That I use to carve my lyrics in the skin of the bitches that I fucked
Self-harming masochists, getting evil in the sheets
Had to hit a script flip
Cause the shock value where I always write a hit
I don′t really give a shit, don′t like it?
Suck my dick
Had to boof a drug test just so I could pay my rent
Prolly gonna get fired, all my songs convict
Lizzie, no McGuire, I'm a lizard in a pit full of snakes
Learn their tongue, I′m the new Basilisk