In2ition - Plead for Your Life lyrics

[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!