The etherealist - Illest in the game

[Verse 1]
Ether and Sick Rat driving a whip to your bitch' flat
Split her in half with my dick fat; causing whiplash from a sick track
We spit gats till you piss black; spill all your guts on the floor
Sprayed on the wall; fucking with warlords with a penchant for a drawn sword
And a whore’s drawers, fresh on a corpse, dead on the lawn; we ready to ball
Spat from your head is the red of your death as you fall as you fail to defend all your friends
And your ends till the dawn; severed and torn, spread on the porch next to your whore
Anyone tries to fall back gets a cap in the neck in the jugular; wreck you and smother ya
No love for your mother; I’ll snuff out your brothers with plugs and then send her your heads; watch her

suffer
I step in the club and I distribute AIDS-ridden rubbers
I’m a violence lover; I’m spitting fire, so y’all better cover
I strike with a force that leave other battle-rappers with a stutter
Straight in the gutter. I’m a iron giant, tyrant
Biting iron filings; fighting lightning while I’m typing
Frightening how I strike from hiding like a fucking snake; I lie in wait
Transferring so much weight, I had a cocaine birthday cake

[Chorus]
So anybody wanna test their luck with Sick Rat?
The baddest motherfucker yet to kill you with a sick track
The Etherealist‘ll fucking put you in a grave
We the illest in the game and we been doing this for days

[Verse 2]
Ether ain’t one to fucking sniff at; I will peel your wig back
Virulent midget infant with a habit for prison informance
From the Stormlands; I’m one of a million bastards
And I won’t stop until my name is standing top the NASDAQ
Your crew a class act; y’all got less swag
Than a fucking Christian dance group preaching abstinence at fat camp
I got the lung power to spit gunpowder
At seven hundred miles an hour: grab your kids and fucking cower
I’m an inhuman motherfucker tearing off mothers’ udders; the destructor
Animal cannibalistic asshole banging hoes with a flagpole, leave a ragdoll, let the caps blow
I am the Madkilla Gorilla: infinitely iller than any little bitch
That ever pulled the trigger; never lift a finger; I forever linger, just like my moniker
We sit and monitor the rap game
Sick Rat and The Etherealist set your ass a-fucking-flame
The illest ever to ever grace the internet
We burning up the alphabet while Ether pimp your kids for rent

[Chorus]
So anybody wanna test their luck with Sick Rat?
The baddest motherfucker yet to kill you with a sick track
The Etherealist‘ll fucking put you in a grave
We the illest in the game and we been doing this for days