Various Artists - A History of Violence lyrics

[Intro: The Etherealist] Yeah, History of Violence Ether on the beat: The Etherealist and In2ition, the f**ing boss It's Murder on the Dancefloor [Verse 1: The Etherealist] I've got a history of violence; indicted for riots If you step to me, b**h, you'll learn my soundtrack is sirens And your crew'll switch teams so you dying in silence Your b**h begging for the dick worse than Miley Cyrus Round up your loved ones, gun 'em down for fun Torture 'em one by one, strap 'em all with guns, force 'em slaughter your mum Intravenous drip of h**n, meth-amphetamine Ketamine, adrenaline, meddling turns something threatening Never been a moment I ain't f**ing your b**h And when I'm done, that p**y gonna need a f**ing stitch Cause the V to the A looking like a roadside ditch Vehicles falling into it when it's slippery and sh** Don't f** with The Etherealist, imperialest, I'm the best in the business Your family lives gonna end like they was in f**ing k** List Ether on the beat, b**h and I'm the mother-f**ing boss I'll f** you up worse than watching Cannibal Holocaust [Verse 2: In2ition] Flamethrowers, infantry guns, nuclear weapons RPGs: they're my favourite ones Know your place when you're talking to me, son, know your space when you hang around me, hun Not getting the D unless I get to see some buns; don't be leaving if the job ain't done b**hes don't make me cum, then they try to run I get my gun, shoot them in the bum; walk up to them And stab them with a knife till I see the life leave their eyes Watching it go's what I like. Something grows, makes my trackies tight Dead b**h is staring at me right I rape her body, I feel so crazy; I hope she don't give me rabies My penis has been bleeding a lot lately Saw her till she goes mouldy, then bury her under my hotel's lobby Police come, I try to make up a story; feel like Oscar Pistori' Always get off scott-free like OJ: it's easy to believe me My lies are teamed with reality, evil personality Got scars like tats; cross me and you'll be dead before you can say 'what the f** was that?' [Verse 3: The Etherealist] Hit you with the sixteen; shatter your dreams Shatter your spleen like a crash scene; splatter your seat With parts of body; sacks of meat bursting at seams The impact speed blasts your pre-teen through the windscreen I'm Kurt Russell and I'm d**h Proof as hell Be disappointed if I'm thirty and not dead or in jail Got a perpetual erection; ain't got no time for affection I just rape myself during astral projection And I'm the meanest mother-f**er this side of the planet I don't hospitalise: I cause maximum damage Bodies all torn six ways to Sunday Looking like they tried to f** the jet engine of an aeroplane Warrior, hoarder, I'm an enforcer, marauder Slaughter your daughter with water torture, call mental disorder Transport before the water tore and force-abort her by order Or if abortion's unlawful, slaughter her north of the border [Verse 4: In2ition] I k** granddads in their gardens, grannies in their corners eating bourbons Destroy s** organs, rape orphans like a mother-f**ing Spartan b**h, I'm not your beast of burden. Don't expect me to buy you sh** from Burton's What, you think I'm made of money? What, you think I'm a f**ing tree? I have to k** for this sh**; stop f**ing burdening me My life's f**ing debris; don't care if you disagree Or to what degree. I don't query your exotic tea marquee I would like to sightsee; have no ball and chain Like to cause you pain: crane your neck back till it strains Then obtain that, ordain that, so it remains, then sprain that So it sprays mad blood all over the settee; you must be able to see Your drove me f**ing insane; I might take up c**aine So I can't hear your mundane voice and rejoice that you're dead I was always overfed but you should have embed Much more of my dick in your vag in our bed Cause now you'll never, ever get wet again