16 Bars

[Intro: The Etherealist] Oh, shit! It's Murder on the Dancefloor, mother-fucker! Yeah, MadKilla, Steele Jacket and DJ fucking Quicket Bat Popping you with a gat; you gone' get whacked, mother-fucker Yo, check it: [Verse 1: Full Steele Jacket] I'm the mother-fucking Full Steele Jacket There ain't no vest that can stop what I've got, maggot I'm coming over to shoot all over your face Better bring a mop: there'll be brain all over the place Then I'm gonna go and put you back together Or I suppose I could just tan your ass for leather Oh hey baby, do you like my new shoes? This is my second pair; the last one had tattoos Go ahead; make a break for your car It doesn't matter; there's no way you'll get far At some point you'll have to go to bed Then I'll creep up and cut off your fucking head Pick it up, better run; I'mma throw deep Don't try to cover, you may as well be asleep I run you over, go back twice and go to town Don't you dare throw that flag: this is a touchdown [Verse 2: The Etherealist] The last thing I'mma be is fucking celibate So protect where you shit and defend all your kids Jokes, dawg; I ain't fucking with no children I just fuck 'em up; get strangled by intestines how I kill them Mother-fuckers say I take shit too far When I roll up in a black car, getting a blow job from a pensioner You better watch out, cause I'm fucking taking scalps And I'm fucking in your house, and I'm fucking your wife right now Fucking her in the mouth before I'm cutting her down south Gutting her through her blouse, pulling her fucking intestines half-way out God-dammit, I'm a mad, sick man I smack a bitch so bad, her fucking chin shatters in half Samurai blade on your wedding day Everyone, I slay. On your children, I will prey And I'll spray their fucking veins on the display and on your fucking cake Eviscerate their frames, today I'm eating brains: can't fucking wait [Verse 3: DJ Quicket Bat] [Freestyle] Everyone's rushing me, social ecstasy Coming like a bee off the top of this bop I need some toilet roll cause I'm really in the mood I'm really gonna kick your noo', well, you're nude Wanna come into your bed and smash your box in I will make you lose your door (Genitals) What the fuck? Like a truck coming in to this Ah like, I'm pretty stuck I'm trying to find a peace of mind Trying to look for the outside People that have offended me (It's all too much) Oh no; no-one's gonna impress me Cause I'm beast, I'm king, I'm power (It's all too much) You know, when I just look at all the hours I got in my life that I've wasted [Outro: DJ Quicket Bat] Aww, fuck my ass (Foetus) Can we keep going? And be like 'fuck my ass'... Wait, how many- oh, was that sixteen bars? Oh, I got carried away. Okay, I'm done If I get better, can I come back?