Full Steele Jacket - 16 Bars lyrics

[Intro: The Etherealist] Oh, sh**! It's Murder on the Dancefloor, mother-f**er! Yeah, Madk**a, Steele Jacket and DJ f**ing Quicket Bat Popping you with a gat; you gone' get whacked, mother-f**er Yo, check it: [Verse 1: Full Steele Jacket] I'm the mother-f**ing Full Steele Jacket There ain't no vest that can stop what I've got, maggot I'm coming over to shoot all over your face Better bring a mop: there'll be brain all over the place Then I'm gonna go and put you back together Or I suppose I could just tan your a** for leather Oh hey baby, do you like my new shoes? This is my second pair; the last one had tattoos Go ahead; make a break for your car It doesn't matter; there's no way you'll get far At some point you'll have to go to bed Then I'll creep up and cut off your f**ing head Pick it up, better run; I'mma throw deep Don't try to cover, you may as well be asleep I run you over, go back twice and go to town Don't you dare throw that flag: this is a touchdown [Verse 2: The Etherealist] The last thing I'mma be is f**ing celibate So protect where you sh** and defend all your kids Jokes, dawg; I ain't f**ing with no children I just f** 'em up; get strangled by intestines how I k** them Mother-f**ers say I take sh** too far When I roll up in a black car, getting a blow job from a pensioner You better watch out, cause I'm f**ing taking scalps And I'm f**ing in your house, and I'm f**ing your wife right now f**ing her in the mouth before I'm cutting her down south Gutting her through her blouse, pulling her f**ing intestines half-way out God-dammit, I'm a mad, sick man I smack a b**h so bad, her f**ing chin shatters in half Samurai blade on your wedding day Everyone, I slay. On your children, I will prey And I'll spray their f**ing veins on the display and on your f**ing cake Eviscerate their frames, today I'm eating brains: can't f**ing wait [Verse 3: DJ Quicket Bat] [Freestyle] Everyone's rushing me, social ecstasy Coming like a bee off the top of this bop I need some toilet roll cause I'm really in the mood I'm really gonna kick your noo', well, you're nude Wanna come into your bed and smash your box in I will make you lose your door (Genitals) What the f**? Like a truck coming in to this Ah like, I'm pretty stuck I'm trying to find a peace of mind Trying to look for the outside People that have offended me (It's all too much) Oh no; no-one's gonna impress me Cause I'm beast, I'm king, I'm power (It's all too much) You know, when I just look at all the hours I got in my life that I've wasted [Outro: DJ Quicket Bat] Aww, f** my a** (Foetus) Can we keep going? And be like 'f** my a**'... Wait, how many- oh, was that sixteen bars? Oh, I got carried away. Okay, I'm done If I get better, can I come back?