A History of Violence - Plead for Your Life [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: The Etherealist]
It's the mother-fucking murder brigade mowing down your parade
Nothing here to celebrate until you're dead in your grave
I be puffing that grade at your burial
I'm fucking ethereal. Sodomise your mama with a venereal
This is scary though, how I rock the mic
Bitch, it's History of Violence: don't be putting a fight
'Fore I'm putting your lights out like the dead of the night
Stick your head on a spike so I get head from your eye socket
It's Ether on the Track and I'm back with a fucking banger
Batter you with a hammer, strangle ya, mangle and hang ya
Gag your cadaver with my manhood
I run a scam good; ragging on mother-fuckers at random
My cock is a cannon: a twenty-inch magnum
Fuck your lil' handgun; in her legs be a canyon
When I'm done wit'cha ho, she won't be bleeding out slow
Hope you know how to sew 'fore I go in her back door

[Hook: The Etherealist]
Ether and In2ition; this is Hip-Hop precision
Yo, we back with a vision and ain't no stopping this mission
History of Violence ain't giving a fuck
So back the fuck up cause we both out of our nut

[Verse 2: In2ition]
You know who this is: no need for Guess Who; here to challenge you
You know what we do. Our stamina will imbalance you
Bitches hear us rap then they run for their mothers
Know we'll return with a shotgun and another: a twelve gauge that makes you say
Anything the fuck that we want you to say
Get down on our knees; you better make sure that you plead
Before I finish this weed. Go off my nut and start breaking into your butt
Your time's up; gonna make you into a slut. Force-feed you my nuts
Don't care about your allergy; I forgot about my gallantry
So mean circumstantially. Love this fucking inhumanity
Irrationally, angrily using my profanity
This is actuality
Ruining your chastity, oh what a calamity
I will happily use my form of brutality to destroy your audacity
Make you into a calamity that can never be tangibly healed by psychology
I am depravity. I create catastrophes
I'll destroy your morality before making you an anomaly
And infiltrating your oral cavity

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Bolly]
On my normal schedule, I got filters in the ashtray
I will never settle for a little I need mad weight
Holding up stiletto to the temple of a businessman
Gimmie mo' dough or fo'fo' leave you dancing like ballet
Bad days are often in my week
Stressed, nigga. I'm talking in my sleep
Chiefing so much now that I'm coughing out my teeth
On my grind 24/7, add the 3...
65. Spitting sickly rhymes
You sycophants can fucking suck a size 8-inch dick
Followed by suicide, I'm in a suit and tie
Yet still speaking in ebonics and reeking of chronic
And chronically blind to the consequences
Cyanide smokin carbon and I know gotta quit
But my conscience is killing me with uncommon sense
I pray I make it up outta this but for now I'm astounding, bitch
Constant acts of violence
I've been though so much shit, it just turns me to a tyrant
Eyeing on a full clip, predicted by the Mayans
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my! You ain't surviving this alive and Bolly!