[Intro: The Etherealist]
Oh sh*t! It's Murder on the Dancefloor, you mother-f*ckers!
Rest in peace to Adey P; love to my boys In2ition and G-Magz
Shoutout to Pendulum for the track
Five Saints clique: Steele Jacket, Quicket Bat, B-Grudge and N64
And the Etherealist
[Verse 1: The Etherealist]
Ether on the beat: hella f*cking unstable
Strangling my di*k with a telephone cable
Ain't nobody in the game got sh*t on me
I ain't necrophiliac cause I only f*ck zombies
c*ck in your belly; lube with ultrasound jelly
Crazy from inhalants like my name was Charlie Kelly
Better watch out cause I'm coming to your house; mother-f*cker, I ain't playing
In your b*tch's womb is where I will begin my slaying
Five Saints clique: what you know about that?
Got my boy Steele Jacket, always got my f*cking back
DJ Quicket Bat getting smacked on the kush
B-Grudge and 64 neck-deep in the pus*y
You mother-f*ckers better watch who you stepping to
Stretch your b*tch's sphincter, stab with a splinter, see it split in two
Cut her head off, wear her skin but upside-down though
So I can pull a 'Here's Johnny' through the b*tch's torn as*h*le
(Yeah, DJ Quicket Bat on the freestyle)
[Verse 2: DJ Quicket Bat] [Freestyle]
Three stripes on your back; never coming slack
Coming off the top of this kak
And you know, with the striking the match, lighting it all over the floor
I find you such a f*cking bore
You never, never do really care, do ya?
You f*cking step all over my house and then you don't even
Tidy up after yourself
Always make me feel like such a selfish twat
Such a piece of sh*t; like, go away
I never even liked you anyway
You're f*cking ruining my life
Everything's starting to sound a bit like strife
Trifles: always f*cking over my sh*t
You're really, really, really f*cking p*ssing me off, man
sh*t
Go eat some other cake: have your cake and eat it
(Oh sh*t, making his debut: MC B-Grudging, kill that sh*t!)
[Outro skit]