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sick rat - illest in the game lyrics

[verse 1: the etherealist]
ether and sick rat driving a whip to your b-tch’ flat
split her in half with my d-ck fat; causing whiplash from a sick track
we spit gats till you p-ss black; spill all your guts on the floor
sprayed on the wall; f-cking with warlords with a penchant for a drawn sword
and a wh-r-’s drawers, fresh on a corpse, dead on the lawn; we ready to ball
spat from your head is the red of your death as you fall as you fail to defend
all your friends and your ends till the dawn; severed and torn; spread on the porch next to your wh-r-
anyone tries to fall back gets a cap in the neck in the jugular; wreck you and smother ya
no love for your mother; i’ll snuff out your brothers with plugs and then send her your heads; watch her suffer
i step in the club and i distribute aids-ridden rubbers
i’m a violence lover; i’m spitting fire so y’all better cover
i strike with a force that leave other battle-rappers with a stutter
straight in the gutter; i’m a iron giant, tyrant
biting iron filings; fighting lightning while i’m typing
frightening how i strike from hiding like a f-cking snake; i lie in wait
transferring so much weight, i had a cocaine birthday cake

[hook: the etherealist]
so anybody wanna test their luck with sick rat
the baddest motherf-cker yet to k!ll you with a sick track
the etherealist‘ll f-ckin’ put you in a grave
we the illest in the game and we been doing this for days
[x2]

[verse 2: the etherealist]
ether ain’t one to f-cking sniff at; i will peel your wig back
virulent midget infant with a habit for prison informance
from the stormlands; i’m one of a million b-st-rds
and i won’t stop until my name is standing top the nasdaq
your crew a cl-ss act; y’all got less swag
than a f-cking christian dance group preaching abstinence at fat camp
i got the lung power to spit gun powder
at seven hundred miles an hour; grab your kids and f-cking cower
i’m an inhuman motherf-cker, tearing off mother’s udders; the destructor
animal cannibalistic -sshole, banging hoes with a flagpole; leave a ragdoll; let the caps blow
i am the madk!lla gorilla; infinitely iller than any little b-tch that ever pulled the trigger
never lif’ a finger; i forever linger, just like my moniker
we sit and monitor the rap game
sick rat and the etherealist set your -ss a-f-cking-flame
the illest ever to ever grace the internet
we burning up the alphabet while ether pimp your kids for rent

[hook x2]

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