Five Saints - 16 Bars [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: The Etherealist]
Oh, shit! It's Murder on the Dancefloor, mother-fucker!
Yeah, MadKilla, Steele Jacket and DJ fucking Quicket Bat
Popping you with a gat; you gone' get whacked, mother-fucker
Yo, check it:

[Verse 1: Full Steele Jacket]
I'm the mother-fucking Full Steele Jacket
There ain't no vest that can stop what I've got, maggot
I'm coming over to shoot all over your face
Better bring a mop: there'll be brain all over the place
Then I'm gonna go and put you back together
Or I suppose I could just tan your ass for leather
Oh hey baby, do you like my new shoes?
This is my second pair; the last one had tattoos
Go ahead; make a break for your car
It doesn't matter; there's no way you'll get far
At some point you'll have to go to bed
Then I'll creep up and cut off your fucking head
Pick it up, better run; I'mma throw deep
Don't try to cover, you may as well be asleep
I run you over, go back twice and go to town
Don't you dare throw that flag: this is a touchdown

[Verse 2: The Etherealist]
The last thing I'mma be is fucking celibate
So protect where you shit and defend all your kids
Jokes, dawg; I ain't fucking with no children
I just fuck 'em up; get strangled by intestines how I kill them
Mother-fuckers say I take shit too far
When I roll up in a black car, getting a blow job from a pensioner
You better watch out, cause I'm fucking taking scalps
And I'm fucking in your house, and I'm fucking your wife right now
Fucking her in the mouth before I'm cutting her down south
Gutting her through her blouse, pulling her fucking intestines half-way out
God-dammit, I'm a mad, sick man
I smack a bitch so bad, her fucking chin shatters in half
Samurai blade on your wedding day
Everyone, I slay. On your children, I will prey
And I'll spray their fucking veins on the display and on your fucking cake
Eviscerate their frames, today I'm eating brains: can't fucking wait

[Verse 3: DJ Quicket Bat] [Freestyle]
Everyone's rushing me, social ecstasy
Coming like a bee off the top of this bop
I need some toilet roll cause I'm really in the mood
I'm really gonna kick your noo', well, you're nude
Wanna come into your bed and smash your box in
I will make you lose your door
(Genitals) What the fuck?
Like a truck coming in to this
Ah like, I'm pretty stuck
I'm trying to find a peace of mind
Trying to look for the outside
People that have offended me
(It's all too much) Oh no; no-one's gonna impress me
Cause I'm beast, I'm king, I'm power
(It's all too much) You know, when I just look at all the hours
I got in my life that I've wasted

[Outro: DJ Quicket Bat]
Aww, fuck my ass
(Foetus)
Can we keep going? And be like 'fuck my ass'...
Wait, how many- oh, was that sixteen bars?
Oh, I got carried away. Okay, I'm done
If I get better, can I come back?