[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**