Chaos Mode Freestyle
Let's fucking go
Ah
Fuck!
Yeah
Ah
I'm still alive bitch
Hand me my daffodils while
I can still savor the fragrance
Spraying across the atmosphere
I'm commandeering chaos from
Seattle down to Jacksonville
Swinging from chandeliers to chew the
Time like a langolier
Out of the stratosphere but
Attitude is cavalier
Steadily asking how the fuck is
That dude an engineer
Let's get it clear there are no
Limits to which I adhere
I'm giving you ever aspect avec plaisir
And I taste fear from challengers who once gave sneers
You was down to pay the balance 'til the check came near
I'm six drinks cleared, while you nurse and ingest the same beer
And I can't feel, so no sir we are not the same tier, because
I'm aiming for the pantheon, the jumbotron with a
Bad butter pecan thick as Robert Baratheon
No longer a man, Theon
A god amongst these ants, be gone
Cetus Lupeedis Zenon, what the fuck shit do I be on, but
Hard nights of binging inspire a
Contrite disposition and
Cirrhosis of the liver that retire my
Missile guidance system
Before lying down for the night I
Whisper a silent malediction
To inspire the violence required for us to pivot
Out of this divot into a period of transition
While inferior intellects combat it with conviction, listen
Persistently driven to stay off road while I
Play this game of life here in chaos mode
Fuck!
Ah
Fuck!
Yeah
Ah
I'm still alive bitch
Hand me my daffodils while
I can still savor the fragrance
Spraying across the atmosphere
I'm commandeering chaos from
Seattle down to Jacksonville
Swinging from chandeliers to chew the
Time like a langolier
Out of the stratosphere but
Attitude is cavalier
Steadily asking how the fuck is
That dude an engineer
Let's get it clear there are no
Limits to which I adhere
I'm giving you ever aspect avec plaisir
And I taste fear from challengers who once gave sneers
You was down to pay the balance 'til the check came near
I'm six drinks cleared, while you nurse and ingest the same beer
And I can't feel, so no sir we are not the same tier, because
I'm aiming for the pantheon, the jumbotron with a
Bad butter pecan thick as Robert Baratheon
No longer a man, Theon
A god amongst these ants, be gone
Cetus Lupeedis Zenon, what the fuck shit do I be on, but
Hard nights of binging inspire a
Contrite disposition and
Cirrhosis of the liver that retire my
Missile guidance system
Before lying down for the night I
Whisper a silent malediction
To inspire the violence required for us to pivot
Out of this divot into a period of transition
While inferior intellects combat it with conviction, listen
Persistently driven to stay off road while I
Play this game of life here in chaos mode
Fuck!
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Writer(s): Evin Hill
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