It's Really Thymn
This is a reading from the book of the fallen
This shits appalling, no need to beg for mercy
You should beg for a pardon
Nah what's appalling is I haven't put that ass in a coffin
So I'm crawling through the grass to shoot him dead while he walking
No stalling conceal my presence but you feel me stalking
Talk is cheap you run your mouth and then we're brawling
Swerving switching lanes Rudas hanging out the sunroof
The pistols cocked and loaded bitch
Tell me what you gone do
I think they bluffing these motherfuckers fronting
We can make them disappear for making something out of nothing
Got them pushing and shoving like a disaster was coming
This nine iron aint putting better watch your back when I bust it, bitch
They say I'm sick need some medicine
I'm a god but not heaven sent
Ten toes down thin on the ground no questioning
And we've been developing a concoction so threatening
It's unsettling to the rest of them, this is their day of reckoning
Hanging out in the shadows picturing necks in gallows
Banging Controlled Chaos while I sharpen my arrows
I'm tip toeing over hallowed ground while I load the hollows
You test this desperado and your last breath follows
You pussies right on the brink of having your dumbass extinct
Lay them down in half a second they wont have time to blink
They won't have time to think, so don't second guess or hesitate
Controlled Chaos came to devastate and set the record straight
This shits appalling, no need to beg for mercy
You should beg for a pardon
Nah what's appalling is I haven't put that ass in a coffin
So I'm crawling through the grass to shoot him dead while he walking
No stalling conceal my presence but you feel me stalking
Talk is cheap you run your mouth and then we're brawling
Swerving switching lanes Rudas hanging out the sunroof
The pistols cocked and loaded bitch
Tell me what you gone do
I think they bluffing these motherfuckers fronting
We can make them disappear for making something out of nothing
Got them pushing and shoving like a disaster was coming
This nine iron aint putting better watch your back when I bust it, bitch
They say I'm sick need some medicine
I'm a god but not heaven sent
Ten toes down thin on the ground no questioning
And we've been developing a concoction so threatening
It's unsettling to the rest of them, this is their day of reckoning
Hanging out in the shadows picturing necks in gallows
Banging Controlled Chaos while I sharpen my arrows
I'm tip toeing over hallowed ground while I load the hollows
You test this desperado and your last breath follows
You pussies right on the brink of having your dumbass extinct
Lay them down in half a second they wont have time to blink
They won't have time to think, so don't second guess or hesitate
Controlled Chaos came to devastate and set the record straight
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Writer(s): Dylan Ambrose
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