a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

a history of violence - nightmares lyrics

(…give a f-ck, n-gga)

[verse 1: in2ition]

[to be added]

[hook]
(i’m a f-cking nightmare: young, black and just don’t give a f-ck)
(i just wanna get high and live it up)
(a nightmare: young, black and just don’t give a f-ck)
(i just wanna get high)
(a white nightmare: young, black and just don’t give a f-ck)
(i just wanna get high and live it up)
(a nightmare: young, black and just don’t give a f-ck, n-gga)

[verse 2: the etherealist]
i’m pulling scalps off; it’s st-tches for b-tches who run their mouths off
i pound wh0r-s with d-cks and fists; i’m a outlaw
suffocate you in your -ssh0l-: craft murders from metaphors
there’s millions of years between us like the t-rex and the stegosaurs
inventing wars to mutilate your children
when the hydro-bomb drops, better escape the building
catch a feeling in my presence and you headed for heaven
deaden your brethren in a second at a seven-eleven
forget a weapon: i’m spitting a venom; a armageddon
i deafen; i’m dropping bodies like the great depression
i’m f-cking bedding six-feet-deep and emcee in the area
i’m scarier than a f-cking rabid pit-bull terrier
bury ya, sever ya, shred, disconnect ya, vivisect ya
you’re f-cking with the dissector: better forget about lecter
ate so many pigs’ families that the po-po shut the case off
you wanna role with my best, you better expect to cut your face off
(try peeling off your face)

[hook]

[verse 3: in2ition & (the etherealist)]

if i ever had a daughter, i think i’d have to abort her
if she grew up to be a stunner, it’d be incestuous c-ck slaughter
(rock snorter; the h–rder of infectious block-walkers)
(i f-ck ’em with forceps; force ’em to s-x in toilet water)
i’m not here to impress or transgress: i’m here to depress
oppress, aggress, possess; protest my wickedness
(sickness; children impaled on my picket fence)
(compress your sket’s flesh through a f-cking play doh press)
(you legolas: i literally leave lesbians limbless)
take photos of them undressed: use it as stimulus
(instruments of violence; eyelids stapled open)
permitting their silence, i bid them to motion
(these hoes getting the hose again unless the f-cking bucket holds the lotion)
they chose to pose as posers but soon their spines will be broken
(lines of the cocaína; fevers for foetuses; cleavers in beaver’s cl-ts)
pract-tioners of treason-ness; mind’s as a hyena’s is
creators of hater’s limp p-n-ses

[hook]

- a history of violence lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS