Five Saints - Slam! [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: The Etherealist]
Oh shit! It's Murder on the Dancefloor, you mother-fuckers!
Rest in peace to Adey P; love to my boys In2ition and G-Magz
Shoutout to Pendulum for the track
Five Saints clique: Steele Jacket, Quicket Bat, B-Grudge and N64
And the Etherealist

[Verse 1: The Etherealist]
Ether on the beat: hella fucking unstable
Strangling my dick with a telephone cable
Ain't nobody in the game got shit on me
I ain't necrophiliac cause I only fuck zombies
Cock in your belly; lube with ultrasound jelly
Crazy from inhalants like my name was Charlie Kelly
Better watch out cause I'm coming to your house; mother-fucker, I ain't playing
In your bitch's womb is where I will begin my slaying
Five Saints clique: what you know about that?
Got my boy Steele Jacket, always got my fucking back
DJ Quicket Bat getting smacked on the kush
B-Grudge and 64 neck-deep in the pussy
You mother-fuckers better watch who you stepping to
Stretch your bitch's sphincter, stab with a splinter, see it split in two
Cut her head off, wear her skin but upside-down though
So I can pull a 'Here's Johnny' through the bitch's torn asshole

(Yeah, DJ Quicket Bat on the freestyle)

[Verse 2: DJ Quicket Bat] [Freestyle]
Three stripes on your back; never coming slack
Coming off the top of this kak
And you know, with the striking the match, lighting it all over the floor
I find you such a fucking bore
You never, never do really care, do ya?
You fucking step all over my house and then you don't even
Tidy up after yourself
Always make me feel like such a selfish twat
Such a piece of shit; like, go away
I never even liked you anyway
You're fucking ruining my life
Everything's starting to sound a bit like strife
Trifles: always fucking over my shit
You're really, really, really fucking pissing me off, man
Shit
Go eat some other cake: have your cake and eat it

(Oh shit, making his debut: MC B-Grudging, kill that shit!)

[Outro skit]