A History of Violence - Carnage [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: The Etherealist]
(HOV, JNyce the Dark Professor)
My style knocks competitors on their asses
Ether is as lethal as Allies versus Axis
Crushing adversaries in their masses
I’m massive, blasting rap fascists into ashes
The glass smashes, fucking your sight up like parallaxes
We drop the hatchet; rap’s original track bombers
You’re fucking harmless; predict your death like Nostradamus
Leave your carcass in the darkness; this is carnage
I’m a fucking artist and your bastard arse is getting blasted
Don’t start this: I got mad skills like Liam Neeson
Stepping to MadKilla’s like fucking 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 fucking 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 bitches. 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 dietitian
Be as fucked 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, ejaculation

[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 basement: no chance to escape)
(They drugged the fuck outta some potion like my name Professor Snape)
I've just been chilling: not fulfilling too many killings
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 fucking 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 ass was fucking 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: fucking your bitch with a light saber)

[Hook]