Project Leviathan - Murderous Habits [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Rhapture]
La la la lala
La la la la, la

Because you think about hurtin'
But ain't got the guts to rip em' apart

[Verse 1: Sam Samson]
The luck is in my favour
Rough is in my nature
Eating all the women like sweet assorted flavours
I'm in the slums with a knife on in the game
With a bright smile, and I wouldn't give it up
For a cheap Christ
[?] with madness, my heart is dancing with Satan (Satan)
My raw fanatic is [?] no bitch now get her naked (naked)
I'm dying with no reason, got the sharpest and occupied it
Now we wait for the press to analyze, animal eyes
I'm steady cam expert
Scalpel tip to the tips
Ready to bits and let the bitches neck jerk
Now let the neck squirt
And mail the head to the press and make the next news exert
I'm in the lab with a brain, filled with loads of entertainment
I'm gaining on women, lacking the patience to make changes
Call me Jack
Mister rip the bottom shaking
Spinning the scalpel round my fingers in my leather apron

[Chorus: Dubbs and Rhapture]
I've got some murderous habits
But I know i'm not bad, i'm just a little bit misunderstood
And all of it's madness
The fact of the matter is that you don't kill em' but you wish that you could
We're one and the same, a couple players in the game
I just play a little different than y'all
Cus' you don't think about hacking nobody
Got the guts to take a motherfucker and just rip em' apart

[Verse 2: K Smoke]
Rip em' apart?
No that's despicable, this shit is an art
I sit in the park, in intervals of visions of dark
Sizzles and sparks, it's simple though
A victim to start
This isn't hard, i'm different cus' i'm missing a heart, but hey!
I like it better when i come with an axe, to plunge in your back
And i'm numb to the fact, i'm in love with the craft
I cut a couple cousins cus' it's fun to the max
Now this blood has got me buzzing so i'm running with that
I'm stuffing dozens in fact
These fake women, that stay sinning
Getting laid, grinning they face, like it was Thanksgiving
In the day sitting with [Bay?], but in the late kissing
8 different men, bitch you'll end up with your face missing!
Or become a rape victim
My last bitch was a damaged savage
With a massive ass, and fat tits
I gave her mad dick
But that switched when she ran with another man
I cut her off, and that's it

[Chorus: Dubbs and Rhapture]

[Verse 3: Lyrizone]
Let me tell you bout’ a story, guaranteed to creep you out
How I plan such an intricate slaughter, in every house
I’m stalking my every victim, night, noon, or day
Pay attention to every habit, every move that they make
And when I’ve learnt enough, regardless I pick kid, or elderly
Everybodies gonna die, I bind the with the elvish blade
If they try to cry, shit I’ll [?] slice them happily
What is [?] they say, let me show you
First atrocity and they prancing like you were told too
Next find some rope for the throat, and all of the ligemants
Time, tie their face to the pole tight, where they get that [?]
Some say it’s torturous, many more say it’s masochistic
I could care less, either way, neither one of them [?]
I’m actually providing insurance for these corpses
Testing how the bend to the pressure, and rigamortis

[Chorus: Dubbs and Rhapture]

[Verse 4: Mr Morbid]
They fear me when the night falls
Because they know I might crawl in their windows with a knife drawn
But that’s all that I need until the nights gone
But you don’t know you shit
Stabbing you until your life’s gone
Is that wrong?
I don’t any permission
When I’m slitting a bitch throwing a fit into submission
A 22 a close position, your boyfriends out of commission
So shut the fuck up and listen or this knife will ruin your vision
I can show what it’s like to be a bad man
Pentagram can show the devil that I am
Your life is worthless, I’m sending you straight to Satan
And no I’m not perfect, cus’ I’m fixated on hatin’
You’re powerless, and, I am in control now
I was raised for this, yeah they bred me with the knowhow
I know now, you people will never understand
There’s too much morality when your living in Disneyland
[Chorus: Dubbs and Rhapture]

Rip em’ apart
Rip em’ apart
Rip em’ apart
Rip em’ apart