Millertski - Freddy Krueger [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
Now I may be the devil in disguise with eyes in my lies
Put a bed-a-bye stories in my night time coffee
Put it on the tab and we go run around all down-town
All night until we get in a fight at a round-about
Take a pill, turn on a movie but make sure it's Nightmare on Elm Street
So go up a fright hill for kelm lean and get frightened by the
Night time and in plus time you'll be dead from the ketchup gunk
At the top of the bottle so fondle a roman numeral
Then take a super bowl and throw it at the players
Ain't nobody I know, a prayer so I prayer but I don't so phont
You so potent that I get a crone tent for them with gems in a fem
Put it in the blemish that you faggots with make-up wear
So wear it out and push it out like you do for a poop
So scoop the poop and get a pooper scooper so it's a flooper
With lubricant so it can come out and squeeze it's way on out
And I'll pick out the shiniest booger and throw it at you Elijah
Yeah you a liar, you ain't got shit so you're stuck in a fuckin' tire!

[Hook]
Five knives on a glove (what?)
Freddy's gonna (what's he gonna do?)
Freddy's gonna kill you (kill me?)
Yeah, Freddy's gonna (kill me)

[Verse 2]
Ain't nobody I know not a killer
Ain't nobody I know not iller than a crock
So get a cock and stuff it in the crock pot
So pair the height and compare the fright
Put it in plight and do a flight on a Soul Plane
With a new dame in a new lane, (go one lane)
Pressing charges like you were at Pearl Harbor bombing
With fire bombs and fire-arms, guns, puns and more fun
With the rum and the liquor so fitter it's a bitter in a kidder suit
Who gives a... shoot, I lost a booklet at a fuck-let's party
Like Elijah who ends up being a liar, saying I was a dick in middle school
Bitch you have the take time out of your day to diss and say I suck
But couldn't even make a diss record if you wanted to
So give it to Marty and send it to my mail and have 'em all hail
Cause their is a crown in it and I crucked it, very vividly
So it's a new policy in a new economy of Soul Echo
Fowl breath, sour breast milk so feast on the silk
The silky smooth grooves that you assholes are as slow
As my dick when it moves and grooves
But I move ten times as fast as you, asshead!
It's no longer an asset, bitch!

[Hook]
Five knives on a glove (what?)
Freddy's gonna (what's he gonna do?)
Freddy's gonna kill you (kill me?)
Yeah, Freddy's gonna (kill me)

[Verse 3]
I got a kill 'em all, I got to grill them all
In a hall next to a wall and burn 'em so fast
That they buddies go aww and make me a new law
With a new craw and the bird got a new claw
Now it's living in a very pivoting fashion
But my point of view is asking for you asshole to be passing
The elastic band-aids to the Fantastic Four's fandom
Put it back together when Tech N9ne be the Michael Myers
Eminem be the Jason and Chuckee be the Bushwick so he likes to party
And fuck chicks all night to the stereo in the studio it's a new thing
To be sold new things from a fole who acts like a fool
So cruel and blue so he chews and chews no pussy
He sucks dick like Strife Kid in a party with incest and farting
So he has a vest to be fole so he braindead looking into a mirror
Asking himself questions like "who am I? Who's that guy?"
So you think you know Kung Fu? Well you need to know the Art of War
So read up on it and maybe you faggots can get to dissing it straight
Stop being so motherfuckin' gay, I'm reppin' the zoned out state of mind

[Hook]
Five knives on a glove (what?)
Freddy's gonna (what's he gonna do?)
Freddy's gonna kill you (kill me?)
Yeah, Freddy's gonna (kill me)