(We be the infamous: you heard of us)
(You all alone in these streets, cousin)
[Verse 1: The Etherealist]
This is a warning shot. f** with Ether, you getting popped
Slice your arms off so you bleed out before your blood clots
Spraying buckshots at mother-f**ers
Mowing down your whole clique; there's only two of us
In2ition and Ether: rape your a** 'efore we eat ya
A two-headed creature f**ing your primary school teacher
Yeah, I'm worse than Big Lurch
Bodies gone missing: I ate them out the f**ing hearse
I'm a f**ing curse on this rap game
Buried more mother-f**ers than Gucci Mane
Your f**ing kids get slain. High off c**aine
And PCP so pray and plea I don't eat their brains
Ether bound in chains, pain in my veins, I'm leaving bloodstains
I'm the nastiest mother-f**er with the sickest aim
Not doing this for the fame: I'm just a f**ing animal
Ain't leaving with your life 'less on your wife, you go cannibal
[Hook: The Etherealist] [x2]
Ain't no sad song: this is a warning. So f**ing bring it on and
History of Violence will leave your f**ing family mourning
Two mother-f**ers with a d**h wish
Get your neck slit; slay your kids if you step to this
[Verse 2: In2ition]
I murder your mother with an ice-pick
And stab your father in the eyes with a broken stick
I've got a nice dick. Just ask your saucy sister: she was forced to s** it
I an*lly penetrated her in your house while listening to Chris Brown
He understandably frustrated me; gave me a frown
So the only colours that she squirted out were red and you guessed it: brown
I enjoy getting sprayed with sh**; I'm used to it
But now, me and Ether are here not to adhere
To current understands and rules: we're here to f** you
And the music you listen to. We're gonna screw you and you won't scream out
Because we've destroyed your vocal chords: We've ripped 'em clean out
You ain't got none now. Used our rap dicks; we rap lyrical tricks
Our lyrics stick in your heads cause they're so sick
We're dope and you're wack. I do smack your mother when she talks all that
I'm a k**er who moves in the pitch black
I'm better than Jak: I run over ten kids before morning brek'
Cause I'm done with a warning: I am the wreck
[Hook]
[Verse 3: G-Magz]
My dreams are traumatic
My mind unwinds like a nine year-old girls on automatic
Oh, land of the brave... (Everybody's fair game)
...What's happened to you? (Look for someone to blame)
Thirty-three graves a day and I'm pleading with my nine
What happened to the fourth and keeping people alive?
Don't ask me, b**h; don't mean for no-one to die
You pulled my trigger on some wigger, so open your eyes
f** you; big surprise, there's a riot outside
Blood on your hands and hate in their eyes
And haste in their minds to wipe you out
Thought that capping this b**h would sort sh** out
That kid had a mother, tell me he didn't love her
No grace for our brothers, rather waste one another
If a camel can't pa** through a needle, can a soul
Find a way to Jesus through a nine-mil' hole?
What's your goal here, kid? What you want to achieve?
Cause I've seen some sh** that you won't believe
And no amount of k**ing gonna make me concede
That this never-ending war is the life I wanna lead
(The whole world bleeds) f** the U S of A
Weaponise young minds; twelve thousand graves
Every single f**ing year; yeah, you hear their families mourning?
Hope you're haunted by their tears; yeah, let that be a warning
[Hook]