Baxoul BreaksTone - D.D.T.D.O. [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

(Intro)
D-D-T-D-O (x8)

[Verse 1]
Demons don't take days off/
And neither does Satan
Angels don't get laid off/
Kharma's what you make it
Tryin' to fuck with me/
And I'ma have your crew pussin' out like they zits
Run up on me with that blade/
Like Texas Chain you'll end up faceless
I might be quiet/
Sure, I dont talk much
I keep a small group/
But naw, we don't flaunt guns
Let's shoot it out between bars/
And I ain't talkin' 'bout shots of vodka!
If you really wanna throw hands/
Listen up, I won't stop ya...
You've already been forewarned once/
And if I throw one back I'll ciroc ya'!
Drag your ass to my shed/
Because that's where I play doctor
Start by cutting your tongue out/
I'm the killer cat that just gotcha
Stop and think about how you got here/
Picking on the unstable
Now he's gonna let you bleed 'til you're rotten/
Cuttin' you up when nobody's watchin'!
Saving the rest of 'em up in a meat locker/
Honestly thinking no one can stop 'em, he's going bonkers!

[Chorus x4]
D-D-T-D-O
Betta hope your clique knows...
That I am the demon and I've been creeping cause they're the ones that I'm coming for

[Verse #2]
I'm a sick individual, a little bit psycho/
But I'll flip if one of my victims compares me to Michael
Myers, might I make a merry murderous suggestion/
Not even Jeffery Dahmer, OJ, or Jack "The ripper" are in contention
For the Title of the sickest, most savage, ravenous killers/
I'd kill 'em all one by one, and then smile for the tabloid pictures
You can't exploit my weaknesses/
Or even my mistakes
Shit, I don't know what weakness is/
But chances are it's fake!
Now they're asking me/
"Why do you do what you do?" enlighten me
So I told 'em all my secrets/
Now they all scream at the sight of me
Some even tried to be me
But not as violently/
Covered in guts, and yet I'm stylishly
Killing this game, is it really that fucking hard to see?