Johnny Mutante - BTK [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Johnny Mutante]
Aight, my name is Johnny Mutante
Shouts out to Bo$$y Bo$$born for the Introduction
This Song is called "Bind, Torture, Kill"
As you probably heard
Mutant Motherfuckin Movement

[Intro: Santa Fay]
Now, one of them is out to kill
All of them
When you least expect it
When you have no way to fight back
A stabbing nightmare becomes
A living terror
For every murder, for every victim
There is no warning
Don´t blink, don´t turn arround
Don´t even move

[Verse 1: Johnny Mutante]
My life is like a regular show
Full of secular hope to bite some jagulars nose
Got Dracula´s hoes in my cellular phone
I´m celebral stoned, so I celebrate on my own
The truth is ruthless, but true fans are mutants
We abuse boozed students, seduce the youth with amusements
Fuck you or salute the movement
I`m like a fake prophet, I just wanna raise my profit
Got so much hate in my brain, I can't stop it
Plus the shape of a bucket
So aim all the sibjects
Who only came to hate what i´ve made from fuckin nothing
Inhale my substance and spit brain stains after coffin
I´m fuckin buzzin, bitch, i´m fuckin buzzin
You´re a stain and i´m motherfucking flushing
I write novels, you douche
While you gobble di gook
I´m all about the money like monopoly rules
Monotony´s cruel
Thats why the industry faces poverty soon
Cause what they say is flimsy like a marvel cartoon
Its the Movement, raise your carpals to the moon

[Bridge: Johnny Mutante]
Laughin sounds like cryin, sleepin looks like dyin
I cut your lips off your face just to fuckin fry em y´all

[Hook: Johnny Mutante]
So hand me knife, mortar and drill
I want to bind, torture and kill
Deform her at will
Bind torture kill
Record her mad thrill
Bind torture kill

[Bridge 2: Johnny Mutante]
Okay, off to the second part

[Verse 2: Johnny Mutante]
So I took my neat green vessel
To leave, and go below deep sea level
Take a seat, I pleased the devil
But he was beasty, sayin "see you in heaven"
We sank down the ocean, landed in devotion
Dangled and chokin in the land of the notion
Dipshit, my perception got twisted
In fact I was trapped in my head like a misfit
Then a bitch kicked my ass like a nitwit
She shouts I should bounce or I might miss it
Miss what bitch ?
Don´t you remember ?
Today is your cremation, it´s the third of september
Now, place your arse in the center
And stop groaning, flames don´t like a temper
Aight, so i´m facing death right now ?
Thats cool though, i´m like 27
The heat is eating what I need for speaking
Fuck you fire, I keep creeping
Okay kids, I won´t take this further
But there is nothing in the world like a good ol´ murder
The heat is eating what I need for speaking
Fuck you fire, I keep creeping
Okay kids, I won´t take this further
But there is nothing in the world like a good ol´ murder

[Hook: Johnny Mutante]
So hand me knife, mortar and drill
I want to bind, torture and kill
Deform her at will
Bind torture kill
Record her mad thrill
Bind torture kill