A History of Violence - The Watcher Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] I'm here, mother-f**ers. Alright In2ition coming at ya hard and strong Freestyle sh**, mother-f**er! [Verse] You can't be dealing with this You ain't got long enough dick to deal with it Mother-f**er, you think you're sick? You're just sick Meaning literal vomit. f** your mum and f** her too Man, I f**ed her behind a bed twice, yo Aw no, I didn't let her up on the mattress She's too disgusting a b**h to deserve soft... care Okay, I was just driven to k**; you was driven to spill All your blood over the pavement still Enter your skull with a drill while I hold you still High off these mother-f**ing pills Man, I'm taking pills like every day I'm ma**-mixing it together, yeah Paracetamol and sh** Man, Ibuprofen crap Taking Piriton, I don't even have hayfever I look at flowers and they make me cry Because I'm f**ing negative; I'm a sour ba*tard I hate nature and I hate the way it looks I hate everything in life, you see And b**hes, they f**ing hate me f**ing hate them too because they're full of sh** Why the f** would I be dealing with it? Hate the girls who always come on to me Had this one before Christmas And baby please, just understand that I murdered her a**, yeah: stabbed a knife up in there Man, it was sick. Yeah, I said to her 'You lost me at hello'. Couldn't be f**ed To say the words; you wanted me mellow 'I love you In2ition'. Your love is a superstition It's all fake, so go f** a plank Cause that's as stiff as you are in the sack Only wanted to go on top: what the f** is with that? Man, there's a hundred great positions in bed And the one for you is out of my bed Aha mother-f**er, get out of my house Go cry somewhere else: I don't give a f**, man She broke my heart, broke it to pieces I gained seven stone because of it Man, f**ing elf-looking girl She was so short, she deserved to be in The Hobbit part 2 Mother-f**ers, can't be dealing with this, nah f** this sh**. You know what? People pretend that the whole world revolves around them And that you need girls in your life to make you happy It's a load of bollocks, man. Bat at me, yeah I shoot them in the f**ing face I don't give a sh** about the sh** that they spit about me Couldn't be bothered with her so I dumped her And now I'm much happier: I wear jumpers To cover up my fat so it's all alright And f** her, man; I hope she dies I hope she gets k**ed by some raging dogs I hope they cum over her and f** in her face I hope one of them cums right in her a** I hope she screams and no-one comes to help her I hope she's there lying on her own Crying out 'ah, please, somebody help me! I'm so lost, it's oh-so dark!' I'm so glad you're dying, b**h Sorry: didn't mean to get angry But it's true: I really would like her dead Mother-f**ing, c*nting, sh**ting, f**ing b**h No, I don't kiss my mother with that mouth I go down on her with it b**h, call me In2ition; make it your mission f** your health, I'll have your wealth When I'm done with committing your d**h Yeah, you must understand that this is best Believe this sh**, mother-f**er: this is it Etherealist and me are gonna be the sh** We're gonna make records and get famous too We're gonna hit those hotels in New York And be in Los Angeles before you know it And we will rap out when we're Bigger than D12 and it's... Aw man, we will be the sh** Mother-f**ers can't deal with it Be a bigger track than The Watcher Mother-f**ers, watch this space-a