Cerelli - Sharks lyrics

[Hook: The Etherealist] [x2] You can taste the blood in the dark, alright A couple crazy mother-f**ers 'bout to bark and bite So whoever the f** you are, don't wanna start a fight Before your a** be swimming with the sharks tonight [Verse 1: The Etherealist] I f**ing dismantle rappers. Mad as a hatter; I battle and flatten attackers Shatter shackles. My stature collapses masters You ba*tards better learn'a never f** 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 f**ing 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 f** out and run the j**els Maniacal; I shank a skank with f**ing icicles Starting fights in schools with knives and scalpel blades Babes get flayed alive when the f**ing 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 b**h 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 f** a b**h; 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 f**ing 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 a**") With a battleaxe; f** a gat f** the facts: I'm gunning from the back of a Thundercat Ether f** the game like it charging by the minute k**a the illest; watch your fitness diminish, witness your finish b**h, I spit lyrics infinite; piss on physics sh** is thickest when you sitting on my hit-list Villains who k** it: Ether, Cerelli. We deadly on the melody Steadily shred emcees; we setting leprosy on enemies Mentally with telepathy. Heavily f** witcha' chemistry Elegantly. We from a better pedigree Definitely ready to gun a hundred mother-f**ers My battle raps shatter your back; put you in crutches I lay armies to waste with immeasurable pace Walk interstellar space while you f** with a arms race I dance with fate. The free man; word to Black Mesa Ether dropping sh** so hard, I split the Earth at the equator [Hook]