First 64

Take your seats, it's time to shuffle up and deal
I came to ruffle some feathers, I don't give a fuck how you feel
Y'all be on some Scooby-Doo shit, I'm on my Kill Bill
Man I'm talking that Lucy Lu shit, that real sharp steel
I take your head off O-Ren Ishii, if you fuck up my meal
Y'all cartoons like Ren and Stimpy eat your cereal and pills
I can see it's for the kids, I see the gimmick appeal
But I'm about to put on a clinic so just be patient and heal

Yo Ruda, pass me the steel, cause shits about to get real
Load it up and cock it back, ignite the heat in his grill
Came to cook up the beef and pussy this your last meal
They say revenge is best served on a dish when its chilled
I'm with the action like Bronson, looks like you must've forgotten
I carry a pistol and a blade so I always got options
I know you think that you a killer but you soft just like cotton
I leave you dead in the woods fucking stinking and rotting

Man y'all better look out, me and Ambrxse sinning again
We dripping in blood but we ain't been skinning no venison
Standing in the cut with villainous eyes and Timberlands
We finished the blunt now limitless rhymes control the pen
The first punch left y'all swinging just like a pendulum
I left an impression but not a single shred of evidence
I got a hunch y'all gonna fuck with this type of medicine
If not we'll blow the doors off this bitch because y'all gonna let us in

You can slide if you want, but you'll get hit with the stick dog
Keep running your fucking mouth and bitch we're clearing the bench off
You skating on thin ice, think twice before you sink dog
I wanna kill 'em quick and then dip like some wing sauce
My immediate reaction is to pull it out and clap 'em
But I couldn't let it happen so I wrote it on a napkin
And I showed it to Ruda, to see what he thought
He said end the motherfucker, leave his family distraught

Man I'm mildly berserk now I'm feeling nervous
And my mind is overworked so now it's feeling worthless
I feel demons on this Earth and wonder if we share a purpose
I feel demons under my skin but I've only scratched the surface
Try to control the chaos but it's hard with all the urges
Your eyes wide now like you saw the wicked within
I'm sicker than them, sworn into sin born with a grin
I'm quicker to spin, liquor hits the tongue and I'm flipping again

I'm full of adrenaline getting sick with the pen again
Bradley Cooper on the pill my rhymes are limitless
You already know I got the nine like fifty cent
You use the wrong tone you get stomped out by many men
Always ready to brawl Controlled Chaos is raw
All I do is spit facts while you can't say shit at all
Like a son with an alcoholic mom we raising the bar
Shit we kings of our court you can't even handle the ball

Double barrel smoke shows when I fire like a dragons nose
You'll be spread out and laid wide open like a centerfold
You'll be nevermore, dark soul Ruda Allen Poe
You tell tales of heart, but don't nobody see it happen though
Shiver me timbers when Ruda's finished he'll have to be considered
One of the illest killers on the mic from Virginia
Bare witness, the courage and charisma and the sickness
Hiding in the shadows like a ninja feeling vicious

This ain't a quarterback sneak you better be quick on your feet
Because when I throw these hollow bullets you're getting knocked out your cleats
Bitch we on the field but we ain't playing leave them pussies salivating
Riding with no navigation, as long as I reach my destination
You fake as they come
I'm tired of all the animation, I don't see the fascination
With all these fucking accusations
Thin On The Ground and we ain't taking applications
Hand the pistol to Ruda said fuck it bro assassinate 'em