A History of Violence

[Intro: The Etherealist]
Yeah, History of Violence
Ether on the beat: The Etherealist and In2ition, the fucking 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, bitch, you'll learn my soundtrack is sirens
And your crew'll switch teams so you dying in silence
Your bitch 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 heroin, meth-amphetamine
Ketamine, adrenaline, meddling turns something threatening
Never been a moment I ain't fucking your bitch
And when I'm done, that pussy gonna need a fucking stitch
Cause the V to the A looking like a roadside ditch
Vehicles falling into it when it's slippery and shit
Don't fuck with The Etherealist, imperialest, I'm the best in the business
Your family lives gonna end like they was in fucking Kill List
Ether on the beat, bitch and I'm the mother-fucking boss
I'll fuck 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
Bitches 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 bitch 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 fuck 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 Death 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-fucker 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 fuck 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 kill granddads in their gardens, grannies in their corners eating bourbons
Destroy sex organs, rape orphans like a mother-fucking Spartan
Bitch, I'm not your beast of burden. Don't expect me to buy you shit from Burton's
What, you think I'm made of money? What, you think I'm a fucking tree?
I have to kill for this shit; stop fucking burdening me
My life's fucking 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 fucking insane; I might take up cocaine
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