A History of Violence - Pure Hell lyrics

[Intro: The Bad Seed] [Verse: The Etherealist] It's Ether and I'm the answer; my flow is a f**ing cancer My fantasy is to see my anger flatten gangstas faster And hammer an exotic dancer on my co*k til I co*k And shatter her and splatter her over you blasted ba*tards for banter Transform like Banner, turn cars to projectiles Civilian stampede; bodies crushed and mangled in turnstiles Rappers get hurled miles when I'm battle rapping We all be gat strapping; b**h if you attack, we finna snap to action Violent reaction when this mic in my palm Only time I f** with a condom on's after it got arsenic on I'm a god, I'm a don. I'm a spawn of Satan's true form I'll never conform, just sit and jack my dick to snuff p**n This beat is f**ing sick but my mind-state is sicker; bind your sister Stick her with a shiv with syphilis and see her skin blister Then take a piss on her, leave her dying in her own miasma Then come back for the cadaver with a camera and a bag of Viagra I'm the hidden danger: I'm predator X, b**h Oviraptor's in this mother-f**er; I'm taking your f**ing eggs, b**h Neck stitched; catch you with a quick slash to the wrist Leave you bleeding; tagged badly like DatPiff I'm like a sonic f**ing boom Rappers bleeding on the floor when I leave the f**ing room Chair legs sticking out of they a**holes; I blast hoes Swanging a f**ing bag a stones; I'm a crack ho with an ASBO I got a mad flow: it's literally f**ing retarded It takes over my mental and it gets me on some dark sh** I am lacing bank bills nationwide with cyanide Blindside a mother-f**er: it'll be homicide by dynamite Spit this last four-bar at you to split your skin Sick, peeling sh** with every lyric that I hit you wit' Mother-f**ers try to step to Ether; b**h, there's no equivalent I'll f** you in your sh** just like that pig was in Deliverance [Hook: Jean Grae, Pumpkinhead & The Bad Seed] Yo, we spit bars of pure hell Broke, poor rock ice with j**els Still, don't equal what you sell Life, we see through your crew's tales News flash: pay your dues; ya crew's gas Splash, f** who's live and who's a** Yo, we spit bars of pure hell Yo, we spit bars of pure hell