Off the Deep End

(Hey, Ruda, tell these motherfuckers who we are
Controlled Chaos
Ha ha, that's right
Yo, Ambrxse
What's good, bro
Man, I got a question)

Yo
So do you crave control or are you just here for the chaos
These mysteries unfold when I show up to the séance
Give me liberty, then give me death as a trade-off
This is from my soul, don't waste a breath unless it pays off
Scriptures from the scroll become pictures when they're told
My triggers get left exposed like I'm riddled with bullet holes
Winners bring home the gold
Sinners can break the mold
Your future can be foretold, but tomorrow you never know
Never hitting the brakes till I'm frozen like Eskimos
Diamonds all on my neck and designer on all my clothes
Recliners for all the fam, sniper fire for all my foes
I acquire all I desire by chasing goals

Took some acid with Alice and chased her down a rabbit hole
Then picked a fight with a queen over the color of a rose
Smoked with a caterpillar who wouldn't say which way to go
But Ruda's a mad hatter born to spit insane flows

There's troubling speeches going on between my inner demons
I'm juggling reasons whether or not to leave your body breathing
I'm in my box like sharp tools and missing puzzle pieces
Burying all these rappers deeper than my fucking shovel reaches
I got an unlucky baker's dozen of bullets that I could tease with
The gun is muzzled, but my dogs are off their fucking leashes
I got an unlucky baker's dozen of bullets that I could tease with
The gun is muzzled, but my dogs are off their fucking leashes

I don't even know where to start, and this ain't for the faint of heart
But I had this crazy thought that one day I'd be a fucking god
Overcame all the demons' fought, I was smart and played the part
Don't try to do what I do, bitch, some lessons can't be taught
Fuck school, cause they can't teach this, no church, cause they can't preach this
Ambrxse is on the highest level, no point in trying to reach it
I'm going off the deep end, run up on you for no reason
Watch your back, it's killing season, and I'm out for blood like leeches
This is what the chaos teaches, don't underestimate my demons
My mama raised a fucking heathen, so you better run when you see him
Seal your fate by the end of the fucking day, full of hate like there ain't no other way
Smoke a J, take it straight to the fucking face
Can't be late, because it comes with a price to pay
I'm kinda deranged, and Rudas the same
We claiming Thin On The Ground, till we dead in the grave
This beat was, dead on arrival, I tell Ceo the same
We switch the cartridge and reloaded, bitch, we changing the game

There's troubling speeches going on between my inner demons
I'm juggling reasons, whether or not to leave your body breathing
I'm in my box like sharp tools and missing puzzle pieces
Burying all these rappers deeper than my fucking shovel reaches
I got an unlucky baker's dozen of bullets that I can tease with
The gun is muzzled, but my dogs are off their fucking leashes
I got an unlucky baker's dozen of bullets that I can tease with
The gun is muzzled, but my dogs are off their fucking leashes