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a history of violence - the warning كلمات الأغنية

(we be the infamous: you heard of us)
(you all alone in these streets, cousin)

[verse 1: the etherealist]
this is a warning shot. f-ck with ether, you getting popped
slice your arms off so you bleed out before your blood clots
spraying buckshots at mother-f-ckers
mowing down your whole clique; there’s only two of us
in2ition and ether: rape your -ss ‘efore we eat ya
a two-headed creature f-cking your primary school teacher
yeah, i’m worse than big lurch
bodies gone missing: i ate them out the f-cking he-rs-
i’m a f-cking curse on this rap game
buried more mother-f-ckers than gucci mane
your f-cking kids get slain. high off cocaine
and pcp so pray and plea i don’t eat their brains
ether bound in chains, pain in my veins, i’m leaving bloodstains
i’m the nastiest mother-f-cker with the sickest aim
not doing this for the fame: i’m just a f-cking animal
ain’t leaving with your life ‘less on your wife, you go cannibal

[hook: the etherealist] [x2]
ain’t no sad song: this is a warning. so f-cking bring it on and
history of violence will leave your f-cking family mourning
two mother-f-ckers with a death wish
get your neck slit; slay your kids if you step to this

[verse 2: in2ition]
i murder your mother with an ice-pick
and stab your father in the eyes with a broken stick
i’ve got a nice d-ck. just ask your saucy sister: she was forced to suck it
i -n-lly penetrated her in your house while listening to chris brown
he understandably frustrated me; gave me a frown
so the only colours that she squirted out were red and you guessed it: brown
i enjoy getting sprayed with sh-t; i’m used to it
but now, me and ether are here not to adhere
to current understands and rules: we’re here to f-ck you
and the music you listen to. we’re gonna screw you and you won’t scream out
because we’ve destroyed your vocal chords: we’ve ripped ’em clean out
you ain’t got none now. used our rap d-cks; we rap lyrical tricks
our lyrics stick in your heads cause they’re so sick
we’re dope and you’re wack. i do smack your mother when she talks all that
i’m a k!ller who moves in the pitch black
i’m better than jak: i run over ten kids before morning brek’
cause i’m done with a warning: i am the wreck

[hook]

[verse 3: g-magz]
my dreams are traumatic
my mind unwinds like a nine year-old girls on automatic
oh, land of the brave… (everybody’s fair game)
…what’s happened to you? (look for someone to blame)
thirty-three graves a day and i’m pleading with my nine
what happened to the fourth and keeping people alive?
don’t ask me, b-tch; don’t mean for no-one to die
you pulled my trigger on some wigger, so open your eyes
f-ck you; big surprise, there’s a riot outside
blood on your hands and hate in their eyes
and haste in their minds to wipe you out
thought that capping this b-tch would sort sh-t out
that kid had a mother, tell me he didn’t love her
no grace for our brothers, rather waste one another
if a camel can’t p-ss through a needle, can a soul
find a way to jesus through a nine-mil’ hole?
what’s your goal here, kid? what you want to achieve?
cause i’ve seen some sh-t that you won’t believe
and no amount of k!lling gonna make me concede
that this never-ending war is the life i wanna lead
(the whole world bleeds) f-ck the u s of a
weaponise young minds; twelve thousand graves
every single f-cking year; yeah, you hear their families mourning?
hope you’re haunted by their tears; yeah, let that be a warning

[hook]

- a history of violence

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