Damn Son! Where'd You Find This N64 - Slam! lyrics

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