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CHAOS CONTROL!
Cam Steady • Kamiyada • VideoGameRapBattles
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(Chaos Contro-)
(Aye, aye!)
(I got two twin glocks)
(Aye, aye!)
(I got two twin glocks)
Out of time to cry, drier in the rain, yeah
Murder on my mind, I'm inspired by the flames, yeah, yeah
This no homicide, just another day (aye, aye!)
Motherfucker, you're no friend of mine
So pull up, imma skate into your lane (aye, aye, aye, aye!)
With the two twin glocks (aye!)
Put the tooly to ya brain (yeah, yeah!)
Make a loose screw pop, so your head can fucking bang
When the new kid drops, keep on acting like a fake (aye, hey, hey!)
I could use new opps for these two twin glocks
Nah, I'm over revenge
Shit can't be personal because my inner person is dead
Deserted in this purgatory when they purged all my friends
I'm never hurting again
In fact, I'm feeling young and reckless
When I'm with the chopper like Midwest is
I'm a rat in lab, the way they test this
Boy, you need to check wrist
This gold's not to flex shit, drop just weighs me down
To slow me from granting your death wish
(Aye, aye, aye, aye!)
Stop talking this lip, drop like a pitch shift
Quick, when I drift with clips, that's a rip stick
Ultimate shit, I control 'em with a wrist flick
This emerald fit got him lookin' like a rich kid
Damn!
At the end of the haul, I can't remember it all
The reason I became a demon of detestable laws
Defeated screaming is becoming such settling call (aye, aye!)
So fuck an ethical cause
(Aye, aye, aye, aye!)
Out of time to cry, drier in the rain? yeah
Murder on my mind
I'm inspired by the flames, yeah yeah
This no homicide
Just another day (aye, aye!)
Motherfucker, you're no friend of mine
So pull up, imma skate into your lane (aye, aye, aye, aye!)
With the two twin glocks (aye!)
Put the tooly to ya brain (yeah, yeah!)
Make a loose screw pop, so your head can fucking bang
When the new kid drops, keep on acting like a fake (aye! Hey, hey!)
I could use new opps for these two twin glocks
And the shit don't stop
I promise imma take it to the top
Don't talk, just watch
Lotta corpses that I done left to rot
Many shells get spent from the glock
Finna set this shit on fire for hire for when you need the slate wiped clean
Feeling creative, I'm finna Bob Ross his white teeth
Going down in the field for Kami, that's highly unlikely
Knock his head off his shoulders, I heard that boy like to sightsee
Well, if you want me so bad, I'm finna mutilate your body parts
Don't make me mad or else you finna need a bodyguard
The feds on my ass, they tryna found out where the bodies are
But I'm thorough baby, I bet they don't even know where to start
Signed ya soul to a debt that you can't afford
(You can't afford)
Move on my own volition, I don't obey no Lord
(Obey no Lord)
Pussy boy, I'm so committed, I'm coming with the force
(With the force)
This is an emotionless killing, it bring me no remorse
(Aye, aye, aye, aye!)
Out of time to cry, drier in the rain, yeah
Murder on my mind, I'm inspired by the flames, yeah, yeah
This no homicide, just another day (aye, aye!)
Motherfucker, you're no friend of mine
So pull up, imma skate into your lane (aye, aye, aye, aye!)
With the two twin glocks (aye!)
Put the tooly to ya brain (yeah, yeah!)
Make a loose screw pop
So your head can fucking bang when the new kid drops
Keep on acting like a fake (aye! Hey, hey!)
I could use new opps for these two twin glocks