[Verse 1: The Etherealist]
It's the mother-f**ing murder brigade mowing down your parade
Nothing here to celebrate until you're dead in your grave
I be puffing that grade at your burial
I'm f**ing ethereal. Sodomise your mama with a venereal
This is scary though, how I rock the mic
b**h, it's History of Violence: don't be putting a fight
'Fore I'm putting your lights out like the dead of the night
Stick your head on a spike so I get head from your eye socket
It's Ether on the Track and I'm back with a f**ing banger
Batter you with a hammer, strangle ya, mangle and hang ya
Gag your cadaver with my manhood
I run a scam good; ragging on mother-f**ers at random
My co*k is a cannon: a twenty-inch magnum
f** your lil' handgun; in her legs be a canyon
When I'm done wit'cha ho, she won't be bleeding out slow
Hope you know how to sew 'fore I go in her back door
[Hook: The Etherealist]
Ether and In2ition; this is Hip-Hop precision
Yo, we back with a vision and ain't no stopping this mission
History of Violence ain't giving a f**
So back the f** up cause we both out of our nut
[Verse 2: In2ition]
You know who this is: no need for Guess Who; here to challenge you
You know what we do. Our stamina will imbalance you
b**hes hear us rap then they run for their mothers
Know we'll return with a shotgun and another: a twelve gauge that makes you say
Anything the f** that we want you to say
Get down on our knees; you better make sure that you plead
Before I finish this weed. Go off my nut and start breaking into your bu*t
Your time's up; gonna make you into a s*ut. Force-feed you my nuts
Don't care about your allergy; I forgot about my gallantry
So mean circumstantially. Love this f**ing inhumanity
Irrationally, angrily using my profanity
This is actuality
Ruining your chastity, oh what a calamity
I will happily use my form of brutality to destroy your audacity
Make you into a calamity that can never be tangibly healed by psychology
I am depravity. I create catastrophes
I'll destroy your morality before making you an anomaly
And infiltrating your oral cavity
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Bolly]
On my normal schedule, I got filters in the ashtray
I will never settle for a little I need mad weight
Holding up stiletto to the temple of a businessman
Gimmie mo' dough or fo'fo' leave you dancing like ballet
Bad days are often in my week
Stressed, n***a. I'm talking in my sleep
Chiefing so much now that I'm coughing out my teeth
On my grind 24/7, add the 3...
65. Spitting sickly rhymes
You sycophants can f**ing s** a size 8-inch dick
Followed by suicide, I'm in a suit and tie
Yet still speaking in ebonics and reeking of chronic
And chronically blind to the consequences
Cyanide smokin carbon and I know gotta quit
But my conscience is k**ing me with uncommon sense
I pray I make it up outta this but for now I'm astounding, b**h
Constant acts of violence
I've been though so much sh**, it just turns me to a tyrant
Eyeing on a full clip, predicted by the Mayans
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my! You ain't surviving this alive and Bolly!