Sharks

[Hook: The Etherealist] [x2] You can taste the blood in the dark, alright A couple crazy mother-fuckers 'bout to bark and bite So whoever the fuck you are, don't wanna start a fight Before your ass be swimming with the sharks tonight [Verse 1: The Etherealist] I fucking dismantle rappers. Mad as a hatter; I battle and flatten attackers Shatter shackles. My stature collapses masters You bastards better learn'a never fuck with a murderer I'm burning ya' with a girder. Battered brains is my fervour The further that you try to run and hide, my stash of guns and knives Will just rise in supply. I'm busting out your eyes You fucking with guys who ain't shy to cable-tie your wife And knife her eighty times with blades and nail files and bait her to flies I'm a psycho; you might wanna roll when the lights go Walking a tightrope with a pyro. Get your eyes sewn Open; I'm hoping to ghost ya'. Loaded the chrome in the holster Poke holes in your throat, explosive blows through the dome; it’s over Fo' sho', you wanna duck the fuck out and run the jewels Maniacal; I shank a skank with fucking icicles Starting fights in schools with knives and scalpel blades Babes get flayed alive when the fucking shrapnel sprays [Hook] [Verse 2: Cerelli] I'm likely psycho. Psychic ability Dim future with light possibility Tranquillise the lies in my search for tranquillity Let my demons out in search for my inner peace Crickets with Jiminy. Let my sounds speak A thousand words painting a picture that's worth it A bitch to my own rhymes: mind is a servant Tongue just serves it. Blessed but I'm cursed since Lyrics are my sermons, lyrics are my sermons Now there's a hidden, invisible halo Fuck a bitch; Beyoncé thick. Emotionally disabled The next blow just might be fatal Shot to the heart. Oh, you so vain Rip my heart out, now I'm fucking insane Chewing through my veins; getting off to the pain Once lovestruck; hope you get struck by a train [Hook] [Verse 3: The Etherealist] ("I'mma get medieval on your ass") With a battleaxe; fuck a gat Fuck the facts: I'm gunning from the back of a Thundercat Ether fuck the game like it charging by the minute Killa the illest; watch your fitness diminish, witness your finish Bitch, I spit lyrics infinite; piss on physics Shit is thickest when you sitting on my hit-list Villains who kill it: Ether, Cerelli. We deadly on the melody Steadily shred emcees; we setting leprosy on enemies Mentally with telepathy. Heavily fuck witcha' chemistry Elegantly. We from a better pedigree Definitely ready to gun a hundred mother-fuckers My battle raps shatter your back; put you in crutches I lay armies to waste with immeasurable pace Walk interstellar space while you fuck with a arms race I dance with fate. The free man; word to Black Mesa Ether dropping shit so hard, I split the Earth at the equator [Hook]