Blackout

Controlled Chaos
Hold up wait let's go
Hold up wait let's go
(CEO)
Now I might fuck around and pass out wait
Now I might fuck around and black out wait
I don't know how I'm feelin' these days
But I feel better when the party headin' my way come on

Now I might fuck around and pass out wait
Now I might fuck around and black out wait
I don't know how I'm feelin' these days
But I feel better when the party headin' my way come on

Drunker than a bitch as I trip through the door
Shit I've been drinkin' like a fish since ten in the morn'
I done had a couple fifths and I'm bout 12 Coronas
Show you how I throw my fists if you give the cold shoulder
Usually I ain't like this but today's an exception
I've been goin' through depression so I didn't grab my weapon
Cause I just might end it here why you givin' a cheers
Feels like I'm bout to black out so y'all stand clear

Somebody pop that bottle of Terra Mana
I'ma get to tearin' mine up
I'm the drink chip you can't ignore
Standin' on stage empty bottles on the floor
Got this life that's it you take one shot I'm takin' ten
Ain't that a bitch
(so what you sayin')
Head spinnin' like clay pots can't control the chaos
Rappers can't fuck with me see right through you in sync
Equivalent to light waste throwin' up in the sink(let that sink in)

Catch me posted on the scene with a few good men
Got Ambrxse Azlo Johnny Jack & Jim
Aim the pen at your neck Jack Nicholson
My glass was half empty now it's back to the brim
I've been sparrin' with myself in this booth so much I'm punch drunk
And I ain't got the patience to wait around for some dumb luck
You see me walk up in this bitch? Know I don't give one fuck
The limp ain't from a bad need nah I got the pump tucked

Now I might fuck around and pass out wait
Now I might a fuck around and black out wait
I don't know how I'm feelin' these days
But I feel better when the party headin' my way come on

Now I might a fuck around and pass out wait
Now I might a fuck around and black out wait
I don't know how I'm feelin' these days
But I feel better when the party headin' my way come on

Yo Azz grab the key so we can get the fuck up out this place
My head's been spinnin' and Rudas bout to catch a murder case
No debate you pussy's gonna learn today to earn your way
I do this shit with no delay and don't betray
Somethin' that I'm not I'm just stirrin' up the pot
I can deal with the pressure bitch put me on the spot
Like a beam on the Glock
You won't beef I think not
Better believe you'll get shot
Like a thief in a knife(RXSE)

Bitch I'm on a different level
Every swig out the bottle speakin' of the devil
Talkin' demons I got several
Metal on my hip mix it with the hop how I rock
All I see is red no wonder my eyes bloodshot
Bet I make it to your stream like an IV
This verse just murked the last shitty rapper all extinct
Rockin' the cuban unnecessary
Been known that you the weakest link
(AZ)

Trust me you don't want me to take a sip
Cause if I go and I grab a bottle then I'm liable to flip
One shot I'll go maniacal and empty the clip
Even the smell gets me swingin' but I ain't takin' a whiff

I'm done chuggin' but this might be a reason to sip
I'm steady takin' shots at y'all while you just plead for the fifth
They say you miss with every shot that you don't take
But I don't miss a single sip I'm back in the old days

Controlled Chaos bitch!

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Credits
Writer(s): Dylan Ambrose
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