Chaos Control!

(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