the watcher freestyle


I'm here, mother-f**ers. Alright

In2ition coming at ya hard and strong

Freestyle sh**, mother-f**er!


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 bastard

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, cunting, 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