It's Really Thymn Lyrics

This is a reading from the book of the fallen

This shits appalling, no need to beg for mercy

You should beg for a pardon

Nah what's appalling is I haven't put that ass in a coffin

So I'm crawling through the grass to shoot him dead while he walking

No stalling conceal my presence but you feel me stalking

Talk is cheap you run your mouth and then we're brawling

Swerving switching lanes Rudas hanging out the sunroof

The pistols cocked and loaded bitch

Tell me what you gone do

I think they bluffing these motherfuckers fronting

We can make them disappear for making something out of nothing

Got them pushing and shoving like a disaster was coming

This nine iron aint putting better watch your back when I bust it, bitch

They say I'm sick need some medicine

I'm a god but not heaven sent

Ten toes down thin on the ground no questioning

And we've been developing a concoction so threatening

It's unsettling to the rest of them, this is their day of reckoning

Hanging out in the shadows picturing necks in gallows

Banging Controlled Chaos while I sharpen my arrows

I'm tip toeing over hallowed ground while I load the hollows

You test this desperado and your last breath follows

You pussies right on the brink of having your dumbass extinct

Lay them down in half a second they wont have time to blink

They won't have time to think, so don't second guess or hesitate

Controlled Chaos came to devastate and set the record straight