Johnny Mutante - BTK lyrics

[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, k**" As you probably heard Mutant Motherf**in Movement [Intro: Santa Fay] Now, one of them is out to k** 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 f** 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 f**in nothing Inhale my substance and spit brain stains after coffin I´m f**in buzzin, b**h, i´m f**in buzzin You´re a stain and i´m motherf**ing 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 f**in fry em y´all [Hook: Johnny Mutante] So hand me knife, mortar and drill I want to bind, torture and k** Deform her at will Bind torture k** Record her mad thrill Bind torture k** [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 Dipsh**, my perception got twisted In fact I was trapped in my head like a misfit Then a b**h kicked my a** like a nitwit She shouts I should bounce or I might miss it Miss what b**h ? 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 d**h right now ? Thats cool though, i´m like 27 The heat is eating what I need for speaking f** 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 f** 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 k** Deform her at will Bind torture k** Record her mad thrill Bind torture k**