J-Nyce (Psych Ward) - Carnage lyrics

[Verse 1: The Etherealist] (HOV, JNyce the Dark Professor) My style knocks competitors on their a**es Ether is as lethal as Allies versus Axis Crushing adversaries in their ma**es I'm ma**ive, blasting rap fascists into ashes The gla** smashes, f**ing your sight up like parallaxes We drop the hatchet; rap's original track bombers You're f**ing harmless; predict your d**h like Nostradamus Leave your carca** in the darkness; this is carnage I'm a f**ing artist and your ba*tard arse is getting blasted Don't start this: I got mad sk**s like Liam Neeson Stepping to Madk**a's like f**ing committing treason This is the season for receiving a lethal beating You're a heathen and everyone hates you like Jack Gleeson The reason HOV's done got a million records sold Ether on the beat; Egyptian reader of the scrolls Your whole clique be f**ing busy s**ing glory holes (Lotta rappers out here acting with no movie roles) [Hook: A History of Violence] We cause carnage; we rap's chambered cartridge Ether and In2ition hit the underground hardest The darkest emcees; we slaughter you hoes' team We force order; falling before us, the whole scene [Verse 2: In2ition] Be having no tolerance for these obnoxious haters With their monstrous, monotonous intolerance. Be hating on us Through anonymous aliases: they be b**hes. Causing me nervous itches Twitching and wincing at the thought of these witches causing glitches In the Matrix. They need to be cut: faceless Tastelessly have their bodies thrown in places that don't affect my oasis Cause they're ruining my status. In2ition be letting out On a mission of a condition of optimal precision I'm always ready for ignition; I am a rap magician Don't use my music for renditions or I'll beat you into submission Move your stomach out of position: you need a regular dietitian Be as f**ed up as the current coalition. Understand I am The definition of collision. I have religion but I have addiction Commit acts that cannot be forgiven. My visions deserve to be in prison I be going through decomposition, indignation Exasperation, I need liberation, self-castration, ejaculation [Hook] [Verse 3: In2ition & (The Etherealist)] Made it to the mixtape. I've been out of shape Did some date-rapes: got 'em on videotape (Tied up in the basement: no chance to escape) (They drugged the f** outta some potion like my name Professor Snape) I've just been chilling: not fulfilling too many k**ings Now I'm back, wheeling and dealing; revealing my unappealing feelings (Drilling the unwilling till brains spill to the ceiling) (It's a thrilling feeling with the f**ing fear I'm instilling) Keep your eyes open and stay woken cause I be an omen With a blowgun; ready to stop you in motion (Splitting rappers in half like a Samurai Shogun) (And dropping armies at night like my a** was f**ing Trojan) My distinct instinct is to now down your existing Use a ballistic missile to extinct your clown style (Ether is in-sync; In2ition the white saviour) (HOV: f**ing your b**h with a light saber) [Hook]