A History of Violence - The Warning lyrics

(We be the infamous: you heard of us) (You all alone in these streets, cousin) [Verse 1: The Etherealist] This is a warning shot. f** with Ether, you getting popped Slice your arms off so you bleed out before your blood clots Spraying buckshots at mother-f**ers Mowing down your whole clique; there's only two of us In2ition and Ether: rape your a** 'efore we eat ya A two-headed creature f**ing your primary school teacher Yeah, I'm worse than Big Lurch Bodies gone missing: I ate them out the f**ing hearse I'm a f**ing curse on this rap game Buried more mother-f**ers than Gucci Mane Your f**ing kids get slain. High off c**aine And PCP so pray and plea I don't eat their brains Ether bound in chains, pain in my veins, I'm leaving bloodstains I'm the nastiest mother-f**er with the sickest aim Not doing this for the fame: I'm just a f**ing animal Ain't leaving with your life 'less on your wife, you go cannibal [Hook: The Etherealist] [x2] Ain't no sad song: this is a warning. So f**ing bring it on and History of Violence will leave your f**ing family mourning Two mother-f**ers with a d**h wish Get your neck slit; slay your kids if you step to this [Verse 2: In2ition] I murder your mother with an ice-pick And stab your father in the eyes with a broken stick I've got a nice dick. Just ask your saucy sister: she was forced to s** it I an*lly penetrated her in your house while listening to Chris Brown He understandably frustrated me; gave me a frown So the only colours that she squirted out were red and you guessed it: brown I enjoy getting sprayed with sh**; I'm used to it But now, me and Ether are here not to adhere To current understands and rules: we're here to f** you And the music you listen to. We're gonna screw you and you won't scream out Because we've destroyed your vocal chords: We've ripped 'em clean out You ain't got none now. Used our rap dicks; we rap lyrical tricks Our lyrics stick in your heads cause they're so sick We're dope and you're wack. I do smack your mother when she talks all that I'm a k**er who moves in the pitch black I'm better than Jak: I run over ten kids before morning brek' Cause I'm done with a warning: I am the wreck [Hook] [Verse 3: G-Magz] My dreams are traumatic My mind unwinds like a nine year-old girls on automatic Oh, land of the brave... (Everybody's fair game) ...What's happened to you? (Look for someone to blame) Thirty-three graves a day and I'm pleading with my nine What happened to the fourth and keeping people alive? Don't ask me, b**h; don't mean for no-one to die You pulled my trigger on some wigger, so open your eyes f** you; big surprise, there's a riot outside Blood on your hands and hate in their eyes And haste in their minds to wipe you out Thought that capping this b**h would sort sh** out That kid had a mother, tell me he didn't love her No grace for our brothers, rather waste one another If a camel can't pa** through a needle, can a soul Find a way to Jesus through a nine-mil' hole? What's your goal here, kid? What you want to achieve? Cause I've seen some sh** that you won't believe And no amount of k**ing gonna make me concede That this never-ending war is the life I wanna lead (The whole world bleeds) f** the U S of A Weaponise young minds; twelve thousand graves Every single f**ing year; yeah, you hear their families mourning? Hope you're haunted by their tears; yeah, let that be a warning [Hook]