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a history of violence - carnage lyrics

[verse 1: the etherealist]
(hov, jnyce the dark professor)
my style knocks compet-tors on their -sses
ether is as lethal as allies versus axis
crushing adversaries in their m-sses
i’m m-ssive, blasting rap fascists into ashes
the gl-ss smashes, f-cking your sight up like parallaxes
we drop the hatchet; rap’s original track bombers
you’re f-cking harmless; predict your death like nostradamus
leave your carc-ss in the darkness; this is carnage
i’m a f-cking artist and your b-st-rd -rs- is getting blasted
don’t start this: i got mad sk!lls like liam neeson
stepping to madk!lla’s like f-cking 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-cking busy sucking 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-tches. 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 diet-tian
be as f-cked 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, ej-cul-tion

[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 bas-m-nt: no chance to escape)
(they drugged the f-ck outta some potion like my name professor snape)
i’ve just been chilling: not fulfilling too many k!llings
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-cking 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 -ss was f-cking 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-cking your b-tch with a light saber)

[hook]

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