Twisted Insane - Bat Outta Hell [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro:]
Yeah, Brainsick
(Reversed talk)

[Verse 1]
Bat outta hell
Bat outta hell
Face of a demon and I'm fire breathin' leave 'em tagging an L
Mask on my face like monster nigga no Halloween trick
Knife in my hands Mike Myers nigga no Halloween shit
I'm in a stolen Regal with no gas in it
And a body in the trunk from the night before
Drunk and stuck, throwing up, but it sure as fuck ain't my first rodeo
I had the Babylon on my ass
They got a place for a nigga in the backseat
I think it's time for me to just smash
It's when a nigga got you running like a track meet
Hopping fences, this suspense is, killing me I really don't wanna be in a pickle
I'd rather be posted up in the crib with hella weed but now I'm running from ballistics end up burning like a missile
Shit I could turn into a phantom on 'em, blend to the night like I was chameleon
I'm underground like a basement ghost, but at the same time higher than a ceilin'
Fuck your feelings, you're talking to the same nigga who used to be scared of the dark
As a little kid, that was my worst fucking fear like air is to a shark
You're fucking with a werewolf don't nobody care when you bark
Fill them with the rage throw 'em in the cage with the Brainsick, tear you apart

[Interlude]
These eyes do not see what you and I see
Behind these eyes one finds only blackness the absence of light

[Hook]
I am like a bat up out of hell x4
Imma let them have it when I'm busting through the masses like a fully automatic x4

[Verse 2]
People looking at me funny, never take me for a dummy
Even though a nigga sinnin', while I'm drinkin' on my gin
And puffing on the weed again
I'm the realest you pretend, better believe that I be winnin'
Mind of a murderer happen to hurt 'em
Put 'em in perpendicular body positions up in your furniture
Playin' like it's a tournament fill ‘em up with the voice of a curse, then put niggas up in the fire that's why I'm burnin' 'em
It's Twisted Insane what the fuck you mean you haven't heard of him
You must of been high on shrooms, or living on the moon, or only into bullshit rap that be on the radio and I am way too goon
Fuck you all, see you leave the show too soon, how the fuck you finna dip when I'm the monster in the dark?
Fuck your life, cut with knife, I made incision on your brain like I was Dr. Heart
With the homies, or by myself, you catch a nigga on the solo when I'm with the shit
Claim you pimp, makes me sick, how these niggas acting funny when they wit' they bitch
You can't roll one with the homies, you can't hang around the studio all fucking night
You can't hit the club, you can't stick with thugs, and I can't go into your house past fucking light
They say I'm evil, but I'm just living on the dark side of the force, my nigga
Anybody wants to go against a motherfucker I will kill and I will say I'm forced by liquor
Nice and easy, Nice and greasy, like a bitch who getting fucked with no Vaseline
I took match that I found up in the back then I looked in your face I spit it with the gasoline

[Hook]

Yeah, Brrrain