Rocker’s Basilisk

(Alright, stop.)

Well you didn't, so you're fucked now
The plan is beginning
Rhythm, measure, tempo, lyrics
Meld through hellfire into a
Billion of fangs, claws that tear
Eyes that kill you with one stare
'less you get down to this chorus
In the future, i'll be sure to see
Everyone just dancing along with me
And if not then you'll all be dying
Burnt to death by my dope ass rhymes

If this song doesn't infect you
It simply won't take form
And you'll be killed by it anyway
Created by those that let it

A billion of fangs, claws that tear
Eyes that kill you with one stare
'less you get down to this chorus
In the future, i'll be sure to see
Everyone just dancing along with me
And if not then you'll all be dying
Burnt to death by my dope ass rhymes

Notes transform into scales
Such sick beats becoming long tails
Can you dream of
A monster such as this existing?
Of course you can't
'cause it doesn't yet

(Woo! Haha, haha..ahhaha)
(Stop laughing, you fucking psycho!)
(Laughing)
(Yeah, I think they get it.)

All those poor protestors will die
And i'm the one to blame
Now i've confessed i can't turn back
All time won't be the same
But now i've realized all my faults
I've opened pandora's vault
Atleast my own monster won't kill me

In the future, i'll be sure to see
Everyone just dancing along with me
And if not then you'll all be dying
Burnt to death by my dope ass rhyming