Slam!

[Intro: The Etherealist] Oh shit! It's Murder on the Dancefloor, you mother-fuckers! 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 fucking unstable Strangling my dick with a telephone cable Ain't nobody in the game got shit on me I ain't necrophiliac cause I only fuck zombies Cock 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-fucker, I ain't playing In your bitch'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 fucking back DJ Quicket Bat getting smacked on the kush B-Grudge and 64 neck-deep in the pussy You mother-fuckers better watch who you stepping to Stretch your bitch'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 bitch's torn asshole (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 fucking bore You never, never do really care, do ya? You fucking 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 shit; like, go away I never even liked you anyway You're fucking ruining my life Everything's starting to sound a bit like strife Trifles: always fucking over my shit You're really, really, really fucking pissing me off, man Shit Go eat some other cake: have your cake and eat it (Oh shit, making his debut: MC B-Grudging, kill that shit!) [Outro skit]