[Produced by The Etherealist]

[Intro]
Yo, it's The Etherealist
Murder on the fucking Dancefloor, 2014
It's just the beginning

[Verse 1]
You step to MadKilla, I’ll kidnap your children like I wrote Thriller
Ether stomp your whole crew like I’m fucking Godzilla
I’m iller than your kids’ drug dealer
The FBI will have to fake my death like Mr. Hitler
I’m Dorian Gray in a mirror and the monster’s getting clearer
The day it takes ahold of me is steadily getting nearer
I put the fear of God into everyone I cross
Into my mind, those who enter will be lost
Forever the boss; Ether take no hostages. I promise this:
I’ll swap your arms and legs like opposites
Like the king of Scotland did. I’ll pop you with the hollow-tips
A prominent conscience; I’m dominant and ominous
Yet I remain anonymous. I'm wicked with depravity
I dismember whores like the British Royal Family
You're witnessing insanity: this is how it reads up off the page
This is Ian Brady off a blood frenzy, eating brains

[Hook]
(It's Ether on the Track and I'm back with a fucking banger)
(You know what they say: that you get what you see, so don't you fuck with me)
(If you're looking for love, know that love don't live here anymore)
(Anyone stepping to me, you'll get burnt)
(It's Ether on the Track and I'm back with a fucking banger)
(You know what they say: that you get what you see, so don't you fuck with Adey P)
(If you're looking for love, know that love don't live here anymore)
(Representing in your face. You don't rep with us, you'll fucking pay)